Solvei goes home. Solvei tells her aunt how school was.

Solvei comes back to school the next morning, like a good eager student. Math class!

Look. There's Fidgety McWariness.

He's not looking around for his friend, who's apparently not in this class, so he notices the new girl instead.

Solvei smiles at him.

He smiles [citation needed] back.

Well all right then.

When the teacher calls another student to the board and his back is to the class, Stiles slides out of his chair, argues briefly with the person sitting next to her, and they switch seats.

"Hi. I'm guessing you're the new girl. How're you liking it here so far?"

"You guess correctly! I'm Solvei. It's been very pleasant overall. Allison's going to teach me archery, which I'm looking forward to."

"If the new girl teaches the new girl, then which of you is the new one? Something to think about."

Solvei giggles.

"Anyway, Allison's alright for a foreigner, you know how those Bay Area folk are. Super into guns and archery and stuff. What's your story?"

"I'm from Thule. I grew up watching glaciers out my bedroom window. Then my parents died in a fire and my aunt moved to Canada with me to get away from it all and we've been bouncing around the continent since then looking for the perfect place to live, which, if you ask my aunt, is apparently a restored house in the woods whose previous owners died in a fire. I love Ghys but that's downright literary."

"I kind of want to meet your aunt, but I also kind of want to read a psychiatric evaluation of her. Maybe an autobiographical one. I'm from here, roughly. My dad's the sheriff and he doesn't let me visit crime scenes, but it's a pretty sweet gig being the sheriff's son, if you ever need me to hook you up."

"I will keep you in mind if I ever need a sheriff for anything. Tragic about the crime scenes though."

"Yeah, pretty tragic. There was this body a couple months back that was found in two pieces. Her brother used to live in your house, unless there were more arsons in this town than I've heard of."

"Two pieces? Which two?"

"Not rising to the bait, new girl. I mean, I could say she fell head over heels, but that might seem disrespectful or morbid, and we really wouldn't want that."

The teacher turns, glaring at Stiles, and he sits in his seat, barely fidgeting at all.

Solvei looks innocent and apologetic.

As-Yet-Unintroduced Fidgeter keeps to himself for the rest of class, focusing on the material, or something.

Solvei probably doesn't mind.

Yes, that's fine. One must occasionally pay attention in class.

Stiles seems dubious about the concept, but math elapses otherwise uneventfully.

She probably has other classes, and Stiles doesn't accost her.

She has other classes. She goes to them. Institutional education occurs.

Eventually, education elapses with the expected exception: lunch time!

There's Stiles, sitting at a table with a friend.

They're not the only ones with a table to themselves, though.

There's also this girl, sitting alone, nervously biting her fingernails and scrunching in on herself.

And there's this guy, mostly observing passerby.

Allison has a seat for Solvei, if she still wants to sit with them.