Skye was on her back, stretched flat on top of the wooden table beneath her, pulling her muscles tight. One leg was bent with her foot also against the wooden that she was laying on, whilst the other was swinging back and forth, hanging over the edge. She had been in here for the last ten minutes, laying silently, amazing the teacher outside even that she hadn't made a sound, nor even moved. The only way you could tell that she was alive, tell that she was breathing, was by the shallow rise and fall of her chest, but even that was subtle, she wasn't breathing deeply enough to make it obvious. Being new, and unaware of certain, and apparently obvious rules of the academy, it was probably something she should have forseen.

She had nearly shifted forms, but whilst managing to retain enough self control not to change her shape, she hadn't retained enough to stop herself from trying to tear a chunk out of her new room mate's neck. At the time her eyes had been a solid pale green, and although they were nearly human, her eyes hadn't fully gotten back to their normal colour. Skye had fractured the girl's ribs when she pinned her up against the wall, if she hadn't been cold inside, she might have worried that she couldn't judge her own strength yet. She was dressed a little less like a slut than the first time she had walked into the academy, apparently her female teachers, the straight ones anyway, disliked that sort of thing. She had backed down over the thing about the clothes when she realised that the teacher would lock her up for a few days, just to make a point.

She was wearing a white, long sleeved blouse, which was so transparent she needed to wear the black lace bra underneath it, which barely covered her cleavage. The skirt she was wearing was solid black just to the top of her thighs, and then the rest was see through lace down to mid thigh. You didn't need to be sneaky to see the black panties she was wearing. The bottoms of her legs were covered by the knee high black leather boots, which had a three inch heel on them. If she had had a packet of cigarettes on her, she might have started smoking, just to annoy the man on the other side of that half glass door that she could have put her fist through. But she didn't have one, so that was that.

Skye practically looked like she was folding herself as she sat up, her hands unhurriedly placed behind herself to support her upper body. Her brown eyes still had a lot of pale green in them, which made them have that slightly reflective look. She looked over Madison, as if having to work out who she was, her face expressionless, till she recognised the werewolf. A grin spread slowly over her lips, perhaps this violent young lady was the one person around here that Skye actually wanted to see. Madison also happened to be the only person so far that Skye showed any sort of personality to. Skye widened her eyes, giving the other woman a mock coy look.

“I didn't like my room mate.” Her breathy voice now full of amusement as she thought back to their conversation in the entrance hall. Skye hadn't been predjudiced towards anyone who she had been forced to spent time with, but the girl sharing her room had called her a slut, and tried to damage all of Skye's clothes. Of course, he regular instincts kicked in, which had meant trying to kill the 'competition'. Sometimes being a wereanimal was nice, just because it could be so much simpler, if you just gave into the beast inside you. She moved forward and crawled across the table to the spot on it in front of Madison's chair, not in a sexual way, just like the animal she was really.

Moving so that she was now sitting on the glossy wood, she crossed her slender legs in front of her, leaning her elbows on her knees. “Why were you dragged in here?” She asked, her gaze flicking to the doorway where the teacher was still standing on the other side, guarding the both of them. Skye wouldn't think badly of the werewolf, even if she killed someone, Skye was just understanding like that.