Mortem shrugged her shoulders and scooted off down to the Technology wing. Grinning, she slipped into the seat just before Charse closed the door. He looked at her, an elderly leopard. Walking casually to her seat at the back, Mortem mumbled an apology under her breath and hopped over the bar to sit in the seat, looking innocent.
Charse ignored her and called the roll, raising a brow at her. "Ms. Falls? Care to explain why you're late for us?"
Mortem shrugged her shoulders again, standing up and walking to the front like she was used to doing. "Because I got semi-lost on my way here. And if you have a problem with that, why don't you give better directions to your class?" She replied, smirking.
Charse growled at her and ordered her to sit down, warning her to stay after class. She knew this would be fun. He split them into groups and told them to get to work...