Clair watched the people move by her bench. Auras of diferent kinds surrounded them. she watched the different colors and textures change with emotion, while the main composition of the Aura stayed the same. Clair was curled up with her knees under her chin. She was sitting on a rare bench on the side of a street in Demaitre. Her long black coat was draped around her and the hood was up. She didn't know what she would do, she was bored.

Clair sighed as a man walked by. His aura was that of a murderer. The deep blood red shone out from what was a violent soul. Clair blinked and all of the auras disappeared. She put her head on her knees and stared out curiously at the people and streets of Demaitre.

Damon was usually not one for taking random walks in the city but at the moment he felt like he really needed it. His students were not learning, no matter what he did in the classroom to try and get the most basic concepts through their thick skulls and get it to stick there, it never worked. These children still only learned whatever idiotic slang terms were on the streets and the way to sass their elders through their music. He wished he knew the secret in getting them to learn but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the cost of knowing such a thing. Hence he was outside, walking the streets tonight, trying to get rid of the frustration he felt at being unable to get these kids to learn anything. If he had been the type to smoke, he would have lit up by now.

Yet as he continued to walk along the streets this night, distracted by his thoughts from the people around him, he noticed vaguely that there was a bench nearby where he could sit and think. His mind did not register that there was someone else there, but it was a public bench so what did it matter? Holding his jacket so it would not catch and twist around him, the biology teacher sat down next to the figure also occupying the bench and leaned back, stretching himself out before resting his head against the back of the bench itself. It was a good thing there was no school tomorrow. He probably would have killed one little bastard in specific in his class if there was.