Luthien's stomach has its own timer and it says she's hungry, possibly enough to leave the classroom before they're supposed to. 

If it's a question of rules or what Lu wants, Lu always wins.

Then breakfast (or waiting awkwardly outside the cafeteria doors until breakfast) it is. 

If Jialin's done with her schedule, she can come along too.

She'd signed it right away. 

Good girl.

Off they go, then.

They aren't too late for breakfast - but they also definitely missed the bell and need to rush, and were only barely rescued by the timer in Luthien's stomach.

"We'll need to figure out a clock for that Wednesday work period..."

"A secondary speaker for the bell, or something."

"Schedule's regular enough that a regular clock might cut it, as long as we keep it running okay."

"Maybe Shinta can help with that."

"Sounds right up her alley."

"Worth the ask."

Fortunately, it seems she's successfully claimed their usual table. The machine gun she carries everywhere with her nowadays may or may not have helped.

"Hey. How's your schedule look?"

She gives it - she's very heavy on shop, and in the same ridiculous magic theory seminar (though that was on purpose, Liesel got it and Shinta swapped in), and the school is trying to drag her kicking and screaming into language classes, but they're not the same ones as El and Lu. They only share shop and the magic theory seminar with her (and she's in most shop periods - she's concentrated most of her requirements into just two classes, also on purpose). 

"Lu and I got a work period for the whole of Wednesday afternoons."

"...What's the catch."

"Five seminars, including a double - one is that Philosophy of Magic with you, shop and an alchemy course. And the work period is in the same place as our homeroom off the library. And every freshman we have homeroom with has that same work period in the same place."

"Yeah that's a trap."

"Yeah. We got the exact same schedule though, so we didn't have much choice about it."

"Yuck."

"Yep."

"We still haven't figured out the exact trap, though."

"What's a trap?" Dani asks, setting her tray down.