She (Melba) knew she was attracting attention as she waddled proudly to her seat, shimmying and shimmering as she waddled into the classroom.  She sat down next to Garrett and smiled a winning smile.  "Once more unto the breech dear friends once more", she said, "Or we'll close the wall up with our English (lit) dead."

Buffy blushed, not expecting to be put on the spot again so soon after surviving the proverbial firing squad. Buffy thought for a moment, trying to come up with answer that was showing she was trying.

"I...I think it's interesting how open to interpretation Beowulf is. I mean, it seems that even though it's now recorded and been made into a movie and stuff, that the history of oral tradition still kind of carries on today in how things alter with the versions..."

Wow, Buffy, way to sound like an utter moron

Buffy was really hoping that what she'd said somehow made sense to Miss Williams, because that was pretty much what Buffy thought, and was what she had to offer. Besides, it seemed like Melba had things under control pretty well...

Note to self: Read Beowulf to catch up...

She (Chan) guided Buffy back to her locker, and gave her a minute to put all of her stuff away, and get anything she needed for lunch. "I'm going to lunch with my brother, he's trying to make up for waking me up in the middle of the night. I swear the amount of delight he takes in mornings is unnatural, and can't be healthy. You're welcome to join us if you like."

Darius catches himself watching a blonde girls backside distractedly. A moment later he realizes that it's owner is apparently going for the same destination as him... and only then does he tear his adolecent mind out from the gutter long enough to realize that those legs belong to none other than the friend of his sister. The new girl, Buffy Summers. He hadn't even noticed her vanishing act from his SUV, and had figured she's stick close with Chan.

"Fancy meeting you here." Darius said in tandem with Buffy's own greeting, a grin lights upon his face as the two speak at the same time. He bobs his head in agreement, his pigment concealing the soft blush that might have appeared were he of paler complexion. "Yeah, my curiosity is piqued." He admits, picking up his pace to ensure he gets to the doors first. Sneaking about or not, the Southern-Gentleman routine was hard-wired into him... and he'd open that door for Buffy (and even let her enter first, despite any potential danger) without thinking twice.

Garrett meandered his way behind Chan, craning his neck to spy on her sketch pad. Thumb to his mouth, other arm crossed around his middle, he said, "Wow, if you had it any more right I might piss my pants right here." He pointed at the furrowed brow, "I was about to get a close up with this much ugly when ..." Garrett took a step to the side, "Well let's say I had to scrub the bloody pulp out of my hair. Not fun. Emotionally scarring."

He looked to Melba. Letting out a dejected chuckle, Garrett raised his hand. "Me, I don't want to be dead. And beside miss blondy bulging biceps over there I'd say I was the closest one to becoming all dead-y. No way there was anything Anne Rice about those femm-monster mashes, so I wanna know the real situation here."

Tightly folding his arms, Garrett stood next to Melba facing Buffy. "We can guess all day, but my guess is you can put us out of our misery. What are we dealing with? And what happened to the one on top of me?"