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[emmawright]

Emma adjusted the over-sized bag of art supplies on her shoulder, pausing in the hall to read her schedule. She curled her nose and looked around at all of the room numbers, finally spotting the one she needed. A smile broke across her face as she scurried to the door saying, "Excuse me, pardon me," to people and weaving through them with grace

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[still_soserious]

Simon had been standing by the door on one side when the girl entered, just getting the feel of the room and the other students. He liked being aware. And he could tell instantly from her demeanor that she was uncomfortable. He hoisted his satchel onto his shoulder and walked over to where she was sitting.

"You can hear a lot better at the front," he said softly. "I know it seems safer back here, but in the long run it'll hurt you more. There's still some good seats. Come on." He offered one of his small smiles. "Anyway, if you sit with me, some of the less obnoxious of those guys will leave you alone. The real idiots I'll have to ridicule publicly in terms they can understand." Some guys were still staring at her. Men.

[emmawright]

Emma turned her eyes up to him, pausing in the middle of unloading a notebook from her purse. She glanced sideways when she heard one of the boys say something about her rear end, rolling her eyes.

"Is that so?" Emma prepared for some sort of reaction from the stranger when she spoke. American men loved a good accent, it seemed. But he didn't flinch, and she wondered why. Her tone remained soft and timid. "I appreciate it. People haven't been particularly kind to me here." She pushed her notebook back into her purse and stood, hefting her art supplies onto her shoulder with a small grunt. By the end of the semester, she'd have some amazing muscles! "Unless you consider being fondled an act of kindness."

[still_soserious]

He made an exasperated sound. "If I wasn't a pacifist, I would offer to beat that person up for you," he said with a wry smile. "My previous offer of public ridicule still stands, though." He offered a hand. "I'm Simon. Simon Petrelli. It's a pleasure to meet you." He stepped out of the way to let her into the aisle. "You should enjoy this class. Dr. Suresh is a talented professor."

[emmawright]

"Emma." She put her hand in his, barely squeezing at all. "Have you had Dr. Suresh before?" Her voice was so quiet at times, that Emma had to remind herself to speak up. Especially in such a noisy room where fifty students were chatting and laughing.

Emma stepped past him and moved down the aisle to the chairs he had pointed out, taking a seat. Finally, someone was being sweet to her. Hopefully Simon wasn't trying to get into her panties. She had pepper spray for that case.