Studying for history. It was pretty funny as he had heard the true stories of a lot of the things that he had to read about for classes. So many things were wrong, and not even just a little bit. Everything in history has to do with the eye of the beholder, it's hard to get the straight and real facts. And he was sure that some of his former master's had told him about things that hadn't happened either. So these tests would likely throw him through a loop as he wouldn't be sure what was school wanted, and what was demon wanted. But he had to keep the facade going. So having a middle of the road grade would be for the best.

The tip of his pencil began to tap along the table as he looked out towards the hallway. He wasn't exactly looking for anyone but something that could give him a reason to go to the bathroom or something would be nice. He hadn't gotten a good look to see if anyone he knew was here, or if the Scoobies were hiding out as well, but this was becoming a bit old. Coming to school, watching them for a while, then ducking out before anyone notices him.

He wasn't told that he couldn't converse with any of them. He just couldn't tell them his plans, maybe getting close at some point would be good. And he should probably do it soon as this was getting rather, boring now. Just waiting.