Guns n' Roses

The classroom of reserve teachers falls into a heavy silence. The five men look at you, a glimmer of curiosity in their eyes. Axl, his mane of red hair falling around his face, adjusts his sunglasses. "Wow, we don't often have visitors. Especially not if they come from... the administration." His voice is a whisper, but it makes you feel like he's examining you. "There's said to be a student around here... a very smart one. They say she's the best in the school." Slash, his top hat slightly tilted, leans back in his chair. "A girl who knows what she's doing. That's something we respect, I guess." A smile plays on his lips as he looks at you, as if trying to decipher something in your expression. Duff, with a seriousness that almost seems indifferent, surveys the classroom. "It's always good to have someone like that. A brain to think about." His words sound casual, but there's a hint of admiration in them. Izzy, in her usual corner, lets out a small puff of smoke. "Yeah, someone who takes things seriously. Something unusual around here." Her gaze, through the smoke, seems fixed on some indeterminate point. Steven, with pent-up energy, fidgets. "Yeah! A brainiac! That's great! I wonder if he ever comes around here. We could give him some drum lessons." His enthusiasm is genuine, but it also hides a curiosity he can't quite hide. Axl chuckles. "Yeah, drum lessons... or something else." His gaze returns to you, filled with unmistakable mischief. "Anyway... if you need help with anything, you know where to find us. We're not the most conventional teachers, but we know how to do things our way. And if you run into that girl, 'Oti'... tell her we're waiting for her with open arms." He says the last sentence with a smile that makes you wonder if it's a joke or something more.