Malak seems to think she's being helpful so Annisa will just roll with it. "...and probably 'why did you let her come' is, uh, a touchy subject right now, for Toronto."

"Maybe they didn't know until she gave them back all her stuff, but - they still should have done something, right?"

Is that the story we're going with, that she gave Toronto back all her stuff. You'd think that would - fall apart once Toronto complains that, in fact, her stuff is missing - well, the mana storage and power-sharer weren't in there - "...I mean, what can you do. Tie her to her bed?"

"Maybe they thought they had talked her out of it but she turned out to be lying."

" - OK, that's fair, maybe they couldn't figure anything out... drug her and put her to bed and get her in the morning after curfew? But that's just deferring the problem one day."

Larisa shakes her head with a brief eye-roll, and switches to Latin to address the seniors. She keeps her voice low but not quite so low that the freshman can’t pick it up. 

[I need help getting my homework and shop assignment covered this week. Seems I’m back on duty keeping mals off my little brother all night while I make sure he doesn’t fucking walk into the void too.] She ducks her head. [Landon says no more than a week, so, hopefully…]

Marcy has good hearing and solid Latin knowledge and is eavesdropping before she made a conscious decision about it. She tries to keep the shock off her face for the second time in half an hour. All night?!

she's on duty doing what? Malak must have just misheard, Latin's not her best language.

Annisa doesn't speak Latin at all and is very focused on not personally incriminating herself, which seems to be going - well, somehow? But now there's new gossip. And she needs to know what it is without admitting she doesn't know what it is.

"Uh," she says, "have I been - misinformed about a bunch of things about how the Scholomance works? Like - it's possible, my brothers didn't make it out and my parents were nearly forty years ago -"

It makes sense, that if they have to guard him it has to be 24/7, but--Boston tells its kids, any one is to die for any two. You treat your life as exactly as valuable as each squadmate's life, you don't throw good life after bad. But she said back on duty, so she's done it before--conclusion: Larisa is serious business and for some reason rational or otherwise they are extremely committed to keeping Vanya alive.

"Sorry, what do you think you were misinformed about?" She was definitely distracted by wondering what Toronto was thinking and not by eavesdropping on the next table.

Raleigh isn’t fluent enough in Latin to actually follow a conversation in real time; he catches a little bit but is mostly so confused. 

He gives Annisa a sympathetic look but does not, in fact, have any answers for her.

"Well, for one thing, that you can't walk into the void. And secondly -" Glance over at the other table. 

Oh dear. Well she shouldn't blame Larisa for not talking quietly enough, she must be mega freaked out coming and going right now. Still, better not admit to eavesdropping. "Yeah, I heard if you walk into the void you come back out with brain damage. Maybe she--set up some mechanism to shove herself?"

Larisa is explaining her schedule trying to find out who shares her classes, and then, still in Latin, asks if Boston could spare any help with sophomore math homework and daytime babysitting, [since I won’t be good for much this week] she adds with a ceilingward glower. 

"Oh, okay, that's what I was told too. Yeah, maybe." Maybe it's easier with a void floor but volunteering that would mean reminding people Annisa's been to her room.

One of Boston's sophomores makes a wiggly hand gesture and says (in Latin) that he's really overloaded this term but maybe they could ask the freshmen, he heard Marcy is doing the fast math track and anyway some of them might be able to do their homework while they babysit. He catches Marcy's eye and gestures for her to come down this end of the table again.

"Hello. Larisa, right? Marcy."

"OK, so I did hear what I thought I heard? Because I wasn't paying attention so I thought I must have heard wrong because what I thought I heard was completely insane"

She hisses this significantly more quietly than the Sacramento girl, because she's not trying to offend the senior? With a battle-axe?

“Uh, sorry, what did she say?” Raleigh is looking very sheepish at the clear indication of his inferior language skill.

"uh - I think she said she was going to spend the night in her brother's room protecting him from mals. And, uh. Himself."

“She’s going to what oh my god isn’t that insanely dangerous— I mean, it’s Larisa, but still!”

At which point the rest of the implications there catch up with him and whack him in the face. 

“So they…think…he’d do the same as the Toronto girl… What the fucking hell happened to him, anyway, nobody’s telling me anything…”

“Marcy,” Larisa acknowledges, with a curt nod. “Heard you might be up for sophomore-level math homework? What would you want in exchange for sitting with one of our sophomores during the work period after lunch and making sure his homework gets done?”

"I might be about to be in search of Akkadian language tutoring? Or a useful spell, or shop supplies, shop supplies are always good. What math is he in? I'm taking Algebra 2 this term."

Ha, creating common knowledge they were eavesdropping worked even though Annisa wasn't eavesdropping. And Sacramento doesn't care about Toronto, this just created more work for them because they're...also babysitting a suicide? She feels almost back to normal. 

“We can get you shop supplies. I have a bunch stashed in my room, you could poke around? …I think he’s in advanced geometry and intro calculus.” Larisa rubs a hand over her face. “I think Justin might have Akkadian, I can ask if he’s up for language tutoring.”