Today, Beacon Hills High School prepares to welcome a new student! Several new students, in fact; a whole class of them. As summer gives way to fall, so too does freedom give way to restriction. Get in your seats, everyone.
"Hm. That'll take a while. Maybe I'll record the process. You can send letters to friends in the military, can't you? Oh! Maybe you can check in by video chat. That'd be cool. You can give me demonstrations."
"Like a wolf," she airquotes, "do you want me to stop? I do want to be your friend. You're interesting."
"Uh. Just kind of a pretentious way of saying... 'I can relate- in spite of judgement.'"
Juliet doesn't really need practicing, she's got pretty much all the basics down, but she humours them.
And starts sketching.
Boyd doesn't know the basics, but realizing he's behind Juliet seems to give him the motivation to catch up.
Class proceeds.
His handle of pronouns looks good. It is introductory material, he just has no experience with Latin.
The teacher doesn't seem to expect much, and doesn't even ask to look at their work. After turning nothing in, they're dismissed for the day.
"Ill see you tomorrow? You can supervise me at lunch so I'm not tempted to get out my camera again," she jokes.
The rest of the day belongs to her, and her father.
And her uncle.
Anyone who feels they have the right to offer input, really.
Still, the school has no more claim on her time. She's free to go.
Juliet runs up to him when she sees him and hugs him. "That was so great. I met so many cool people."
"Remember that the next time I suggest something. I'm always right," he jokes, setting her back in front of him.