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All in all, things were getting off on the wrong foot for Irma. Bad enough to know that the Will and Matt here weren't the ones she knew (not that she minded - they looked different, yet felt the same), but now she's being told to put trust in someone's crazy plan to deal with a god? That just about ranks up there with turning into your element to defeat a snake man armed with twice the elemental power as her and her friends!

Out of curiosity, frustration and boredom, Irma decided to glance around the City. All in all, it was pretty bland, to her, at least. Before turning around to head back, she had remembered that she wanted to see the Jedi Temple - thus the W.I.T.C.H. Bus. Pressing forward, she got nowhere fast.

Until she saw it. It looked dusty from the years of lack of care, but for the most part, it was still standing.

Sheffield Academy. Her school.

"Noooooooooooooo!" Irma cried, falling to her knees dramatically. "They didn't blow it up! Darn them all to heck, they didn't blow it up!"

Okay, enough of the melodramatics. Getting back up, she looked around and realized that no one was around.

"Good. Good. Awesome! No one's around! This will be my little secret. No one's going to make me go to school while I'm stuck in this flying piece of meat!" Irma said, hoping to walk away before anyone spotted her... or the school.

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Irma shot him an annoyed look. "You never went to school, did you?"

A few seconds passed before she spoke again. "Don't answer that, I already know the answer." She let out a sigh. "Pretty much school's the last place ANY kid wants to be in...!"

"I was taught, like the rest of my rookery brothers and sisters, to fight and fly and protect my territory according to the Gargoyle Way. You learn the Human Way in your schools, do you not? Why is this odious to you?"

Now he just looks curious. Unfortunately, Irma, you're talking to someone who reads for fun.

"Pretty much because all we do is learn about history, science, math... boring stuff. And believe me, when you do what I do and go save the world just about every day, school starts to be a real BORE." Irma said. "You... probably wouldn't understand it unless you experienced it."

"There are friends of mine who would be infinitely grateful for the chance to study under the guidance of scholars." And they'd be good at it too. Goliath smiles, thinking of Lexington and his aptitude for human technology. "There must be at least one subject you would regret not being well-versed in."

School or not, he is well-acquainted with young ones petulant about being made to do things they do not want to do by adults of their kind, especially when there is crime to fight and the world to save.

"No, not really...!" Irma said, crossing her arms. She wouldn't admit to actually liking ANYTHING at school, especially to someone like Goliath. Then again, she was starting to act a little silly around him.

"...and there are people you'd know who'd like to study?"

"Learning was limited to a very small minority in the time I was hatched," he says, thinking back to Scotland. "The very wealthy, or the very determined, were the only ones who could read, and it was not easy to find a teacher."

He would say he was lucky to have one, but Demona . . . she is far too complicated an issue for him to want to discuss with a human child.

He pushes thoughts of her from his mind, still amused at the young girl's petulance.

"It was even harder in later centuries, when the memory of my kind had become little more than a myth." He smiles, breaking his illusion of grimness. "And you can probably imagine the chaos that would follow if any of my clan were to visit a human school unannounced."

Not that they could, since human schools have a habit of taking place during daylight, but still. This is a lesson he's trying to drive home here.

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