Was it the fact that it proved to take up a lot of her time that it was likely a bad idea of being within the academy, if that was so she would of left the moment that she had come here but with the long time that she resided in this place as a student she had come to know that this was the perfect place for her to conduct her job. With the fact that most people around here happened to be non-humans, it kept her job of watching often those whom try to disrupt the balance too much rather easier though thankfully there hadn’t been any instances of such things as of yet. Not in this area anyway as in a sense it could be described with the foul and good people whom always were around this school was certainly an ideal vision for the concept of yin and yang. Had she grown fond of this place? She couldn’t say herself as although she wasn’t allowed nor was the person whom gave sentimental value to anything having spent although small a chunk of recent years here she couldn’t say that it would be easy to discard this life that she has grown accustomed to.

Dorothy was merely just staring outside of a window of the classroom, sat down in her normal desk with a text-book and pencil in hand. The skies were painted red, clouds being not as visible as they normally were within sunlight as it would seem that the clock was steadily approaching the hour of night. A few birds, likely pigeons due to their fact that most of the birds around here seemed to be them, had be flying out in the skies in their typical v-formation. The one whom bore the same appearance as a child couldn’t seem to part her ruby gaze from that mere scenery, however not seeming bothered by it judging by her facial expression. As per always she was giving a look that represented nothingness, no signs of interest or disgust were to be found, merely just seeing to be a blank canvas. Her head swerving, parting from the vision of the skies behind the window to soon lay her visage on the open textbook that she has come to know very well.

In her type-writer esque font there would be information about the class that she had jotted down and most recently information about the homework that the class was tasked with. After all, at the end of the day she was merely just a student with a guise, as everyone else she would have to complete her work or suffer the consequences which may lead to important time being ridden from her hands. It was an inconvenient system that the humans had developed over the years but it must have worked well for a school which worked with non-mortals to mimic the same thing. Grasping her pencil, a standard one that had seemed recently sharpened as the point was as sharp as a knife; she would begin to elegantly write answers to the said homework that she was given and in a timely manner. It looked as if the words had popped up faster than a person copying and pasting a sentence using a computer whilst seeming to harbour the same pin-point justify accuracy in her word to the point where it would seem abnormal to everyone. It was a good thing that the instructors were not humans else this wouldn’t bode quite well for her disguise.