"Oh, yes, of course, right away." Camille watched as the girl jotted down an answer, which amounted to a combination of everything the group had pitched in for an answer to the teacher's question. "That will do it. I hope we can get along through our school year. I'm sure we can be especially close eventually."
Something about that girl felt... a little off. Just a little bit. It was interesting! Camille wanted to investigate and find out just what it was that felt off. Getting close to her was probably a good way to go about that. Besides, in the event that this girl turned out to be super-powerful, it would be good to have her as a friend and ally, instead of as an enemy. "I'd like that," she whispered back, as the other girl went toward the front desk to turn in the assignment.
At the front desk, Afterthought turned her attention to the girl - this one was Mary - as she turned in her assignment. "Excuse me, ma'am. Sorry to interrupt but I have my finished assignment. I worked on it with those two over there, and I hope it's up to par...Oh, but if it's not, please just punish me...Please."
The teacher could see the girl squirm just a little bit at the mention of punishing her. It made Afterthought curious about just what was going on up in Mary's head, and what had caused her to end up like that. She could think of a few possibilities, but that wasn't the type of thing a teacher should be investigating about their students. She'd have to leave it at that, as much as it made her curious. "Alright, good work, you three."
“If I may speak… should I escort the Führer back to his classroom? Or should I take your message to Instructor Bloodstone next, with the clarification that the request for her services is not today?”
"I'll speak to Miss Bloodstone myself later today. You can--"
And then the class bell rung. Third period was ending. "Oh. Well then, I guess hurry along to your next class. I'm sorry for the inconvenience again, Mr. Hitler. The rest of you, good job on today's assignment. I hope you all learned something today. Head off to your next class now, and make sure to behave! We may be a villain school, but that doesn't mean we have to all be cutthroats and killers."
4th Period - PE
As the students moved on to their fourth period classes, those heading for PE class would have to gather in the school's gymnasium. There, they would be met with their PE teacher, Bloodstone. A villain who made her name and fame as a serial killer, targeting those without powers of their own to pave the way for a utopia of those blessed by evolution with powers. She looked over each student as they walked into the room, weighing them up in her mind. She'd read all the files. She knew what each student was capable of. By the time she was through with them, as long as she had anything to say about it, they'd be capable of much more.
"Welcome to physical education," she started, a sharp tone in her voice. "I am your teacher, Bloodstone. Because today's classes will be short, there will be no proper assignment for today. However! That doesn't mean this will be a free period to slack off! Today, I want each of you to step up, introduce yourselves to the class, and explain what your powers are capable of. Let's start with..."
Bloodstone's eyes fell on one of the boys in the class. "You! Short kid with the red hair!"
4th Period - Theatrics
Those heading for Theatrics, meanwhile, would enter the designated classroom to find it empty. Devoid of a teacher. Once the class had all gathered, however, they'd find that the lights suddenly went out, and a voice rang in through speakers installed throughout the room.
"Attention, students of Carnivile's theatrics class..."
And then suddenly, from behind the whiteboard at the front of the class, a figure jumped through the wall. Closer observation of the whiteboard pieces on the floor would reveal to anyone curious enough to look, that it was just painted cardboard. Standing amidst the pieces, however, was the teacher. Carnivile herself. A villain whose motives remained unknown, but whose name was tough to forget, as few villains exhibited dramatic flair quite like she did.
"Lesson Number One! Always know how to make an entrance! And I mean always!"
Carnivile looked at her students. She didn't recognize anyone here. There were supposed to be files or something, but she'd been too busy setting up props for her numerous entrances she'd have to make throughout the day. Raising a finger up to the ceiling, as the hand behind her back flipped a remote switch to turn the lights back on, she exclaimed, "And your assignment for today, is... names! No, not your regular people names. Villain names! Like me, Carnivile, or N. Ox, or Departed. The name you pick is a big part of how people will remember you. We're not even going to begin talking about why Laughy McTrollface's villain career was abysmally awful and forgettable, but his name was part of it. So! Today, you'll all pick what name the world will fear you by!"