Adrien motioned for the girl to stand up, and so she did. He pulled her chair in the middle of the class, pointing to her that she should sit there now. She gulped, sitting in front of so many people, looking at her in wonder and interest. She disliked this feeling, but she couldn't protest. This was the only way she could find out anything about herself. She wants to do it, even if she had to go through this guinea pig treatment.
"This one is a specific kind. She can't remember her name or past." Adrien announced, pointing to her, to which she just pulled her head down in shame.
"Future caretakers, why don't you tell me what you would do to help this poor girl?" He questioned.
Alex excitedly raised his hand, as if he was trying to get the most attention. Adrien, who seemed happy with his enthusiasm, pointed a finger at the young looking boy.
"I'd put her in front of the mirror." Alex said, his happiness over Adrien noticing him showing with childlike innocence.
"Interesting you'd assume I didn't do that already." Adrien dismissed him with a grin, expecting more from such an enthusiastic hand raise.
Alex looked at the floor in embarrassment. That was so dumb of him. It looked like he was stating the obvious, as if he was insulting Adrien's intelligence. He just wanted to impress him, but he got too nervous to even say anything impressive.
"Anyone else?" Adrien questioned.
A lot of the people there raised their hand, everyone except the embarrassed Alex and the uninterested Mia. He was too scared of embarrassing himself and Mia just stopped listening after awhile, not bearing Adrien's annoying condescending voice.
"I'd tell her some of my memories. People remember their own experiences through other's." One of the girl in class said.
Adrien nodded, liking the idea. He tried the simple methods, while this has occurred to him, he wanted to leave the more complex ideas to the students. He said he'd make a presentation to this school and how could he miss a chance like them making a new person remember their lost identity?
"I like that idea, dear. Start with some memories." He nodded, keeping note of the students that stuck out somewhat.
Four students told their childhood memories from the past. The girl in the chair listened intently, but the more she heard the more sad she looked. Like all the things she heard just made her more sad about the fact she couldn't remember anything about herself. She hoped this would help her. Listening to their different past lives made her realize just how much she didn't remember. She didn't know her friends, family, boyfriend, or anything. Some would tell her that it'll hurt her more to remember them, knowing they couldn't find their loved ones in Hell, but she just wanted to feel like a person. Not like some fresh new guinea pig Adrien found on the street to make himself look good.
"Do you know your name?" Adrien suddenly asked the girl who stopped listening for a while.
She got frightened as she looked at him. She was so deep in thought that she didn't listen to the end of the last person. She was oddly scared of Adrien and she could only timidly look up at him as despair hit her once more. She doesn't know it. She felt hopeless.
"... I don't..." She mumbled, looking down with her now fully pink eyes.
Her eyes were watering. She felt so weird. Nobody didn't seem to care here that she was feeling this way. It's like they were going with the guinea pig treatment. Are the people here usually so cruel? She felt like an outcast here, like all of them were dead inside along the actual dead part.
To her surprise, Adrien didn't look at her with a face of disappointment. More like a face of curiosity and wonder. Like he looked at her as if she was the most interesting creature that ever existed.
"Anyone else have something complex in thought?" Adrien asked, although she thought he had a few of his own ideas up his sleeve.
They gave some answered, but none of them were impressive, or the ones he decided to humor weren't successful. This class seemed to be blown out of proportion on the success rate. He respected the fact they were trying, but none of them were novel enough. Nobody really thought outside the box. While he wasn't quite known for that either, he needed that. He needed an apprentice, someone to compliment him on a different aspect.
He asked this question once more. Nobody raised their hand. All of them looked quite hopeless by now, not to mention the girl whose memories were in question. She was on the verge of tears. Adrien looked around the classroom and looked at Mia in the last row, looking through the window. He completely forgot she was there, she just seemed zoned out from the entire situation.
"And what would you say to this situation, Miss Amyot?" He questioned her.
She looked at him with an uninterested look, although she was obvious she had no idea what was going on now.
"About what situation?" She questioned, her look still not interested.
"About that girl here not remembering anything about herself." He pointed at the girl that just looked plain dead on that chair.
"I'd check when she was born. Judging on that time period, I'd give her distinct pictures, or technology or whatever was modern then. If that doesn't work, I'd turn to giving her certain smells connected to the period. Smell is pretty important too, it's right next to vision in importance. If not that, I'd make her socialize with people until she felt similar feelings like she did before she died, if that didn-" She was cut off by Adrien.
"That would be enough, Miss Amyot." He told her, but he looked visibly impressed.
It was true though. It seemed as if she didn't even think about it for two seconds, like it just came out. Like all of these ideas and conclusions just came out naturally. And even while saying these things, she looked like she was saying something obvious, like she was just getting to the interesting part.
"Such laziness, yet such potential." Was the only comment he left for her.
Mia felt surprised. She actually impressed someone.
"I came here to find an apprentice. I want someone to help me get this girl's memories back, and I think I found someone to do it." Adrien walked up to Mia's desk and left a paper on her desk.
"When school's done, call me. We need to organize your further education." He told her and then proceeded to walk away before listening to her answer.
He walked towards the door, motioning the hopeless shackled girl to follow him for who knows which time this day. When he did leave, what was left for Mia, except her obvious confusion, was Alex's very well justified anger.
