Nicolette blinked at the sudden outburst, stopping in her tracks to stare at the strange male. She couldn’t help the smile as continued on and nodded her head, responding, “I’m still pretty new around here. I’m Nicolette.”

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Iskra stared at him as he took in the information while blinking a few times, and took another step back before straightening herself in a more comfortable position. “Can you slow down?” She said with a slight accent to his rampage of questions, which were also slipped with a foreign accent, just not hers. “I get that you’re excited, but I will need you to calm down around me, please.” She said in a firm tone, highly overwhelmed by him. “Does it even makes sense to think about something like cold fire? Of course my powers are based on the ice side of the situation, yes, very much like your friend, but probably would give better use to my abilities other than making it snow. Are you done with your interrogatory?” She said and slightly tilted her head at him, not wanting to seem more cold than she naturally is, but was probably his warm nature what was making her uncomfortable momentarily. 

     “Excessive drinking in shady corners of the town?”Smile was offered, though tone had not been particularly judgemental at all. He’s done worse. “Oh what you usually go for then? That’s a way to choose your liquid I guess.” Not a very recommended one if asked of him. “Bet it did, I’d force myself to drink all of it too with all that money wasted.” In all honesty no he probably wouldn’t, champagne wasn’t any good for getting drunk when you compared ratio of consumption to alcohol percentage, and the horrid taste to top it off. “Didn’t bring it with you?” Can’t have been that intoxicated then. Or Kai had passed out. 

Psychology had always interested Yoongi. He was always curious as to how the mind worked, why people thought and did what they did, how to read people without actually talking to them. In short, he was nosy and antisocial and wanted as much information with as little conversation as he could get away with; psychology was perfect for that. When he walks into the class, he doesn’t really know what he expects but it’s certainly not the outburst he gets. All he can do is blink and keep his neutral expression in tact- laughing probably was frowned upon at the moment. “I grew up with it. I’m perfectly fluent, thanks.” The beginnings of a smirk threaten to develop into a full on expression as he continues his walk, deciding to plop down right next to the man who had called him out the second he saw him. “I assume not many people speak it well here.”

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     Now his purpose wasn’t to linger in the corners nor any open space of the academy more than strictly necessary or interest allowed, beside the library but that was a thing of own entirety. Much less here as reason for visit was purely to fetch assignment related book over a specific study for the sociology class in two days, as the teacher had so kindly pointed out more were located in another class room since the ones they had at hand ended up being far from enough to distribute for the whole group of students. Now he only had to locate the damn book.