"It's nice to meet you, Josh," Erica choruses.

"This is Stiles. He wants to be a detective, which is adorable, and his favorite fictional character is Luke Skywalker."

"Leia, I definitely said Leia. What kind of man can't pronounce Leia?"

"One that doesn't see that she is very obviously the superior Skywalker. Heathens."

"Why not both," he whispers, but they've moved on to the syllabus.

They'll be covering geology, astronomy, and meteorology. Any questions?

"Are we learning about the moon's phases?"

"There isn't all that much to learn about the moon's phases, Miss Salvatore, they're the least interesting thing about the moon. But yes, we will go over them."

Erica snickers, but says nothing.

With most of their time dedicated to ice-breakers, the science teacher has to let them go soon.

Next, Juliet has art.

The art room appears to be somewhat difficult to find.

"I disagree, but whatever." She grabs her bag and raises an inquisitive eyebrow at Erica's reaction. "...do you have art?"

"No, English. I'll see you when I see you."

She walks off.

...Juliet takes out her camera and snaps a couple of pictures of Erica walking away. Afterwards she slips the camera strap around her neck and walks off down the hall, looking into each classroom. Do any of them look like art-rooms?

...nope.

Nope!

Nooope.

Ugh. She reaches into her bag and checks her schedule. Does it have a room number?

It does have a room number!

As she attempts to locate this room number, she's joined by another pedestrian.

"Hey, sorry, are you in Art too?"

"Yup! Apparently it only materialises once you know it's room number...." she looks at the girl, "or some helpful person comes along and shows me the way?"

"No go. I'm lost too. We can walk together, and if one of us finds it, shout for the other one."

"That's a plan. I like this plan." Juliet checks her schedule again and reads out the number. "So... we go," she looks up at the surrounding classroom numbers, "left?"

"Left!"

It takes one or two wrong turns, but they arrive.

The teacher glares at them, but continues her speech.

It's about the value of art in society. She's very long-winded.

Juliet gives the teacher the appropriate sheepish face and then hustles on over to the seat next to her new classmate. She smiles at her and then takes out her notebook and pen, placing her camera on the table in front of her.

Notes!

Notes!

The teacher doesn't carve out time for them to get to know each other, continuing her lecture. They've moved on to the history of painting.

"I'm Harley," whispers Harley.