Ian watched with surprised interest as the wall of water turned to a wave and froze to a sculpture, all out of the teachers notice, as she was scolding a thunder student nearby for shocking his water partner too harshly. The water student was sitting holding his arm and biting his lip, looking like he was in pain. The thunder student looked apologetic, and the water kid was defending them. They were probably friends not used to rough housing, by the way the situation looked. When he turned back, Jet was letting the water escape through the window.

Though Ian was older and supposed to be in grade twelve this year if not for skipping, even he was starting to feel the drain, and he nodded sitting on the desk beside Jet, preferring more freedom than a chair offered. "Sure. I'm a bit tired myself, to be honest. You're good at this," he grinned.

Ian wasn't as tired as Jet, and he didn't find lying down on desks or chairs very comfortable anyways, so when the other boy lay down, he remained sitting where he was, yawning slightly due to the energy drain.

The question surprised him. "How old am I know, you mean?" he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Or how old am I turning?" He answered bot questions almost immediately after this. "I'm seventeen right now, turning eighteen in November."

Alexandre grinned when Seirra accepted him as her partner, because it would have been kind of awkward if she refused due to having someone else in mind. He nodded in agreement when she said that he could go first, his shoulders tensing as he got up from his desk, a fighter's stance in his position and a dangerously competitive glint in his gray eyes. But he didn't plan on hurting her or attacking too fast - he just liked to practice his powers, it excited him. He brushed his black hair out of his eyes.

"Okay, get ready," Alex cautioned as his palm started to pulse with a warm red energy, a surefire sign that he was preparing himself to attack. He stayed still for a moment longer, then made a slashing motion with his hand, causing a blade-like stream of fire to flash toward Seirra. He prepared to draw it back if she hadn't been ready for the attack.