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"Hello, Coriander! It such an honour to have you in our class this year!"
Oftentimes - Coriander sensed - this class was well-mannered. With the knowledge of a Mythic-Grade Pokemon Trainer from Alola, everyone had tried to be on their best behaviour. They were rather flushed about the change in atmosphere, all because of them, no less.
Coriander, however, tried also to be on their best behaviour, giving the teacher a warm smile.
"Yes, but there's no need to be so formal - I am just a student, after all, Professor. I am excited to learn as much as I can in your class!" They folded their hands on the desk, crossing their legs and emanating the energy of a perfect student.
They weren't sure how long this school year would be, but they were excited to see the way the class would behave after the initial shock of their transfer. After all, their brother, Ilima, had been in this very school, in this very class, two years ago.