It flashes a smile in the darken classroom as it turns to the desks. Yes, this will do nicely. A trail of ash follows it to one of the desks in the back. Notebook just escaped barely singed from their ill tempted means of commuting to class. They copy the remaining notes on the blackboard and settle into the desk.

It's form finds its way into a position that is the first anyone who has ever used a chair has ever done it. It's as good of a place as any to sleep for the night, its not like it has anything better anywhere else.