She blinks.

"Uh - room 306, with Ms. Forester?" she clarifies. "Yeah, I have it next, I can show you?"

Success! 

"That would be very kind of you," she says. 

"Um, I'm Isobel, by the way. I just moved here."

"I can hardly say it's out of my way," she points out, wry. "I'm Yvette. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

They start walking; Elliot has presumably found someone to point him in the direction of his class. Isobel's not worried. 

"Are you in any other Honors classes? Apart from English and Biology, I mean."

"Geometry and World History II," she confirms. "We're probably in the same classes, actually; everyone in the Honors classes tend to get lumped together like that if they take them all. Since it's a smaller group than everyone else."

Isobel nods. "That makes sense."

She gets out her schedule to compare it with Yvette's.

They do, in fact, have most of the same classes, with the exception of languages and electives. 

Yvette smiles.

"Well, I can show you to those, too, if you'd like. Probably also give you directions to the others, though I don't think I've ever actually been to the band room."

"That would be great."

Is that the right classroom? This school is so much bigger than their last one. 

It is!

"Do you want to look at my notes, too?" she offers, once there. "To catch up, I mean, I imagine it must be very confusing to switch from one curriculum to another in the middle."

"I would, if that's alright!"

This seems like sufficient invitation to sit next to Yvette. Sitting at the front of the room - assuming this is a habit of hers - is less scary if she has a friend next to her, and it's Elliot who really objects to it anyway. 

She actually doesn't sit at the front of the room! It's a habit for her first class of the day, because it cuts down on unwanted social interaction when she's still kind of cranky. Now, middle of the room is fine.

Notes! They are so thorough and so color coded. ... Yvette is kind of excited to share them with someone, because she is a huge nerd. And they're so tidy and clear!

Isobel looks over the Biology notes. They are very good considering that they weren't written with her in mind.

"These are really good notes," she comments, smiling down at them.

"I think they're more organized than mine have ever been."

"Thank you. I - sort of can't process it until after it's all..." She waves a hand at it. "Until all of the progression and connections are laid out clearly? Organizing it is how I absorb it, the nice notes are just a bonus that helps a lot with studying."

"I can see how it would!" 

Isobel may or may not be ridiculously pleased by Yvette's notes.

"I think I might borrow the color-coding system, it makes so much sense." 

"Feel free! I am the opposite of proprietary about it."

And here's the teacher, unfortunately cutting short gleeful nerd collaboration.

Oh no, they have to pay attention to class instead, how terrible. 

However will Isobel survive the horror of being forced to learn things. 

Kid-that-doodles does not look quite so easy to win over. He doesn't seem particularly talkative, or like he's in any rush to pack up his things to leave the classroom, apparently content to let the crowd disperse before he makes to move.

While Elliot would, actually, really like to make friends with this guy, he isn't going to act like that's a particularly high priority. It seems like it would be counterproductive to interact with him beyond what's already happened, for now.

Instead, once Isobel has successfully asked Yvette for help, he picks someone else at random and asks them for directions to his World History class. 

This person is not going to his World History class, but can give directions! Go straight down that hallway, take a left at the giant crowd - don't worry, you'll know it when you see it - and it should be down that smaller hallway. On the right. Elliot has the room number.

He thanks the person, and starts walking.

Crowds don't bother him as much as they do Isobel, and if he waited for them to disperse then he might be late for class, so that's not an option. 

He's pretty good at remembering and following directions, so he should be able to find the room pretty easily.

Wow, yep, that's a crowd. Isobel would hate this, it's hard to move in it at any reasonable speed, and once someone's in it, it looks very difficult to get out quickly. It's not a crowd all heading in the same direction, it's two separate crowds colliding; people trying to get out of the hallway, and people trying to get in, and neither getting much of anywhere.

Wow. There's probably a shortcut; he'll have to ask someone later.

On the other hand, there might not be, because it feels like more people might be using it if there was. 

Whatever, Elliot doesn't know a shortcut at the moment, so wade through the crowd it is. He's going left, so he tries to sneak along the wall and not get sucked into the middle of the crowd. He's probably not the only person trying that, though. 

He is not the only person trying that! If anything, people at the edges move slower. There's only so much wall space, and a lot of people have had Elliot's idea.

Eventually, he can get through.

He's not the first one in the class, but he's one of the earliest. Lots of other people have gotten held up in the hallway, it seems.

He observes the available options, and carefully picks a seat out of the middle few rows. 

Window seats are popular, don't want to go for one of those because if it belongs to someone, they'll be more protective of it than a random seat in the middle of the row. Aisle seats likewise, much as he'd like to sit near the door. Instead, he chooses a completely innocuous seat towards the door side of the middle row, not sitting next to anyone yet. He'll move if anyone complains. 

No one complains.