Today the language lab, perhaps annoyed that she spent much of the weekend working on Latin, decides to concentrate on German. German feels sort of like trying to read while you're dreaming; you get the gist but can't quite figure out where the gist came from and some of it looks like cheating at Scrabble more than anything else. Also, the words have genders, which she knows from Latin to be a nasty beast. They don't even match the Latin ones, rude!

Well, let's find out if we're doing Mandarin or going further back in Germanic history. Or something else the school feels like throwing at him. Theun takes a lab spot in the second-nearest hall for it and gets a good desk, reasonably far from the door and not near any vents.

Looks like today's answer is Middle High German, or possibly just a slightly older variant of Early New High German, which he is spell-competent and literate in. Though not entirely fluent out loud, so the book and worksheet are a lot easier to deal with than the voices. Also, working out the sound shifts and spelling shifts is easier on paper, which is half of what he's looking at now. He's really much better at wrangling historical language development and inferring meaning than he is at learning languages per se. Thank you, Scholomance, for giving him more of his preferred variety. (He will forgive you if you change your mind tomorrow and give him Mandarin. If you give him Igbo or something he reserves the right to be annoyed.)

Oh, well, it looks like she is getting German practice after all. The voice is kind of surprising, but at least it kind of helps with pronunciation? She tries to repeat after it a few times, but eventually decides that's too confusing since the voice doesn't seem like it'll wait for her. At least some of the words are kind of familiar? Though she's less sure about the overall context. Hopefully she can look up some direct translations later after this.

Language lab language lab language lab! Marcy sets a warning ward, does a handstand out of excess exuberance, and plunks down in her booth.

She's totally expecting more Middle High German, because that was the majority of her weekend and she's seeing German words behind her eyelids whenever she blinks, but nope! It's an introduction to the Akkadian writing system! This is a bit like running downhill really fast and killing the momentum by skidding several feet and throwing a wave of gravel everywhere, except even better because Akkadian can't ruin her shoes. The next two hours are going to rule.

She has Spanish, of course. The one romance language she doesn't have any tutors lined up for. She has Latin though, so she expects she'll muddle through. Little speedbumps like this are to be expected. 

Teresa honestly doesn't know what language to expect. French or Spanish? Russian? One of the laundry list Lucy the Spider-Monger mentioned? Everything she already has she's spell-competent in.

She sets her cane (nicely decorated now) by her left hand and her knife by her right, and gets down to learning... Spanish, apparently.