From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 18th, 2010 08:56 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum didn't a hundred percent catch what he said to Frankie, her French had never been perfect, but she caught enough of it to already feel worse about this whole assignment. She loosely slung her backpack over one shoulder as he addressed her. "Hey," she replied softly, noting that they were one of the few pairs still left in the room at this point. It seemed like everyone was eager to get out, even if it was only to the library.

Her brow furrowed a bit when he asked her about her grade, unsure if he was joking, or if it was a trick question or something. "Uhm, this one? Grade eleven?"

	From: gregoire	Date: October 19th, 2010 06:07 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Really?" Gray raised both of his eyebrows. Somehow he still didn't believe it. Even though she was about Frankie's size. Then again, they were totally different girls. Really different. What exactly did France see in this girl? Maybe it was a Lesbian thing.

"Dude, how old are you?" He laughed as if it were a joke, and that she would get it.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 19th, 2010 09:52 am (UTC)		(Link)

The slightly confused look never left Tatum's face, as she nodded a bit when he questioned if she really meant it. Of course she did; where else would she have been? She had been here since the first day of class, as far as she knew. Maybe it was a French thing.

"Sixteen?" she answered, a little timidly as he began to laugh. This day was never going to end.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 19th, 2010 11:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Okay," He scoffed, the humor in his voice still making it pretty obvious that he didn't quite believe it. Nevertheless, he shrugged it off and shifted the subject. It wasn't like he really cared that much about how close to pedo-bait this girl may or may not have been. Not for too long, anyhow.

"So! You're a nerd, right?" He paused, looking somewhat bashful. "What are we even supposed to be doing right now?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 20th, 2010 09:43 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum couldn't help but be reminded why it was that she tried to avoid socializing with other people. If all jocks were as clueless as Gray, then it all made sense. "Uh, I guess I am?" she answered, blinking a bit. She shifted, moving her bag on her shoulder again, and slowly beginning to walk toward the exit of the room, following the last few people, and assuming he would follow her.

She kept speaking, hoping that would make it clear to him that he was meant to walk with her. You couldn't be too sure with the slightly retarded though. "We have to do a paper. Five pages, uhm.. about the Swamp Fest. Ways magical tied into it's origins. And then have it done by Friday morning," she explained, trailing off a bit. "I figure we can, uhm.. use today to divvy up parts, and then we can combine it on Thursday night and I'll.. edit it together or whatever. If you want."

She wasn't sure leaving Gray to his own devices was a good idea. Would he even finish his half? She'd probably be stuck furious typing out the entire project on Thursday night instead of combining two pieces of work in a simple edit. Oh well; at least they wouldn't have to spend every afternoon together.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 21st, 2010 08:52 am (UTC)		(Link)

Gray was pretty much oblivious when it came to how girls felt (story of his life) so if Tatum felt uncomfortable-- he didn't notice at all. He ran a hand through his mess of hair and followed her out of the classroom.

"Swamp Fest? ...You mean the music festival?" He didn't answer her about writing the paper. He was not great at writing them, and even better at leaving all the work to group partners.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 21st, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)		(Link)

"It's not entirely music," Tatum corrected him absently, moving out of the way for a group of boys passing in the opposite direction as they walked. "I assume she wants more information related to the Cajun culture and heritage involved with it. Some magical people who may have been around during the period of time that the Swamp Fest is actually celebrating. I'm sure she'd accept a write up on any famous New Orleans witch or wizard, as long as they lived here then," she explained, glancing toward Gray again, and then quickly away.

"It's not that hard of an assignment," she added quietly.