This is a big classroom, forty seats in a strange semicircle around a blackboard where the lecture will, presumably, be playing as if from a grainy projector that's not actually in evidence. There are some lockers against the walls and crates on the floor in the corner, all of which is to say that it's going to be a pain to check over by mid-semester.
"Oh, boy. You really need to all not die, I don't want to take this class alone."
Bella arrives in a kind of aggrieved mood - the soneta is a great soneta and she's glad to have it but that was her entire work period she could have used to do her math homework spent repeating the soneta on borrowed mana most of which she did not get to keep, and now it's getting shoved off to the afternoon. She does her check of the room in a remarkably aggrieved manner, in case that will let her build up a little more.
"Well at least there's room to move when something shows up - I don't see any drains." Which means probably the drain is in the corner under the crates?
Annisa will go check the state of the drains, somewhat unhappily, and make the acquaintance of the other girl who looks somewhat unhappy, hopefully just about the room and not in a way where she's touchy generally. "I'm Annie, those're Naima and Julian and Malik," who I'm friendly enough with to introduce them too, ha. "Want to help me move the crates and check for a drain?"
"The floor slopes that way," Bella volunteers, pointing, "which isn't a guarantee, but it's where I'd look for a drain." She is inspecting the lockers right now. They could conceivably even be useful! If they don't have any mals in them! "I kind of don't even want to touch those crates, have any of you had lab today and made off with gloves?"
"Just comp and then this, and they got, uh, history of conflict?" I ALSO know them well enough to know their schedules.
Annisa remembered the right way to mispronounce Malak's name for Americans! How thoughtful of her.
Malak has a knife, which is not like gloves for most purposes but can at least do some basic checks on the crates.
"I'm Bella," Bella volunteers, after she's done frowning at a stain on the floor in front of locker the third. It looks probably old.
...lifehack, if Annisa sits near the front and center she doesn't need to worry what's in the lockers? She puts her bookbag down there after checking the desk and raises her eyes at the other kids to see if they are supportive of this lifehack.
"Pleased to meet you. Malik, I think Annisa introduced me already?"
Annisa's lifehack is good and Malak was already thinking about it (it's also reasonably distant from the door), though if the class has enclavers in it they probably cannot always get the objectively best seats. Still, Malak can put her stuff next to Annisa's until someone comes to kick them out of those seats.
"I have gloves!" Which he brought from home, thank you very much. "Malak, spot me if I check on the crates?"
"Presumably she did introduce you but she listed several names and I wasn't looking." Bella is satisfied with the locker situation and picks a seat, though not one right next to them, that would just be asking for it.
"Sure." Malak can poke the crates with her knife to see if they take offense and then stand by to stab anything that tries to come out while Julian checks on them (Unless the anything is at least moderately large in which case she is also ready to run the other way)
"Julian Chan, Hong Kong." Nothing moderately large emerges! in fact, nothing at all emerges. If everyone's satisfied with the crates, he'll sit by Annisa and Malak.
"New Orleans. You guys are a -? I'm not sure what word I'm looking for. A group, I suppose."
A group!!! Are they a group. What does it mean to be a group. She introduced them all, she was saying they were - something. A group. Oh no! Now it's not in the realm of plausible deniability!!!
Annisa and Julian seem weirdly pleased at such a noncommittal description. Maybe she should clarify more?
"We did some homework together after lunch and then noticed we all had this class so we declared ourselves a study group."
"If it's a good history class it'll be useful to have a study group and if it's a bad history class it'll be nice to only have to take notes once in a while." She is desperately trying to remember where New Orleans is. She thinks all the News are American other than New Zealand and New South Wales, but an enclaver will be very offended, if you get it wrong -
"I'm hoping it's good. I'm creative writing, personally, so if it's awful it's going to be awful and also pointless."
"Well if it's both awful and pointless, it's only history, you can probably pay someone to do the work for you?"
"I wonder how the school decides history classes, anyway. My schedule suggests there's some rhyme or reason to it but it's not at all clear what."
"Oh, that reminds me, I'm looking for someone Russian if any of you have met some Russians and would be willing to introduce me for a small favor. School tried to give me some classes in Russian and I want to check some theories about why."