We Are Guardians, Therefore Cooler Than You. We Drink Tea with Pinkies Out, Unless You're Desken, Because You'd Drink Your Tea Jedi Style. And Yes, This Is All Relevant To The Topic. So Suck That.

Contently, Irene sat quietly on one of the couches in the center of the living room-like space, apparently drinking a warm glass of tea; she tapped her nails gently on the glass in a repeated manner. Not really paying much mind to the others and lost in her own thoughts, she hummed a small song to herself. It had been a rather quiet day, and everyone seemed to be exhausted from their school work. And I mean everyone, seriously. Still, though, she had already finished all of her studies and was quite enjoying the relaxation.
She wasn't paying much mind to the other three, or at least she tried not too, unaware of what they were doing exactly. And, just for the luls because Eb totally wanted it, her eyes flickered to the smallest moving shape in the corner of the room. There was an adorable, little spider! ;w; 'dawwww~. Irene dare not say a thing about it though, save not to point it out and 'cause a riot, turning back to her drink instead and humming her tune once again.

A series of small clicking noise sounded down the hall as a pair of boots made it's way to the Guardian's Dorms. The boots were tall and a soft cream color with brown trimming, much like their owner except the boots looked soft and relaxed. Phyllis on the other hand looked irritated, needless to say she was in a pissy mood. Today had been a vey long day, all these sudden outbursts of kids thinking they owned the school got on her nerve and she had gotten quite behind in her planning. So needless to say the girl couldn't help but stomping until she got to her destination and jamming her key in it's hole, quickly unlocking the door and sitting down in an open seat.
She gave a sweeping view of the room, narrowing her eyes at a small black dot on the otherside of the room. Not thinking much about what it might be, but more about how bad her day was.

A red-headed young man was next to arrive through the door. He was wearing fancy-looking attire as he stepped into the room, eyes closed. He walked with passion, a straight posture, and didn't take a moment to look at anyone around. Not even noticing the black spot on the wall. He fixed his tie, walking with a long stride. His entrance was, hopefully, the center of attention in the room. He seemed to be walking in a straight line to take a seat. That is, until he suddenly turned to walk towards Irene. His eyes were closed, still, but when he walked by Irene, he held out his hand in a cupped shape. When he passed by, his cupped hand glazed over the top of the cup, picking it up. He finally sat down, ending his elegant walk, not looking directly at anyone. Daintily, he held the cup underneath one hand, and used the other hand to hold the cup, pinkie out. That was when he took a small sip. His eyes jolted open. In disgust, he spat the tea back into the cup and slammed it onto the table, somehow, not breaking it. Standing up sharply, he turned to glare at Irene. "How dare you allow this absurdity to bask in my presence! This terrible excuse for tea is extremely perfunctory, I must say!" Crossing his arms, he held his head up high, looking at Irene as if she were crazy. "I request a tea that isn't so, how do you say, half-assed. You should know that I prefer my tea with a lot of milk and sugar." He clapped his hands persistently. "Chop, chop. This tea isn't going to make itself, now!"

Her eyes flickered over to the seat that Phyllis had plopped down on, noting the obvious downturn of her mood. "Rough day?" The young woman asked in a rather chitchat tone, though it was more of an observation than anything else.
'What the - ...?' Irene didn't bother to speak up as le Brit scooped her cup of tea gently out of her hands, simply giving him an astranged look as he took a sip himself and apparently spit it back out in repulse
"Excuse me?!" The earth guardian appeared to be provoked in a matter of seconds, setting her small plate on the table and near jumping onto her feet to meet him. "Who the hell do you think you are?" You know how much time and care she took to gather those tea leaves? DO YOU? ;A; It tastes best natural and untouched anyways. Jeez.
Irene slit her eyes and considered a few different things, as if she were really going to bow down to this FEB, but then let out a short and stubborn sigh; hiding her smile as she settled on one idea. "I'm not in the mood for this." She threw her gaze away and turned, picking up the small tea and plate. "Whatever you say, your majesty." The words were sarcastically stress as she walked to the corner of the room; filling the cup with fresh tea - sickening amounts of milk and sugar as well. ugh. - and one more thing. The small, black spider web hung withing easy reach. She plucked the living creature from it's nest and tossed it into the cup, the heavy creams weighing it down and hiding it for the most part, at least so it wouldn't be obvious at first. your sacrifice will not be in vein, little spider. ;A;
"Here." Irene muttered as she walked back over and handed the glass to Charles, retreating back to her seat and beginning to watch expectantly.

With a swift shake of her head Phyllis took a deep breath out through her nose. "You have no idea, so-" Only as she was about to go on and on about how terrible her day had been and complain and moan and do what typically teenagers did, she was rudely interupted. She had gone through a day full of the hardships of teaching lessons to hopeless pigs, getting ready for their slaughter and having a demanding boy at her hands didn't seem to go over smoothly with her. Being the hot-tempered girl she was, she watched with narrowed and flaring eyes.
Only for once today the attack wasn't on her, but instead on Irene's tea. Personally Phyllis wasn't a fan of Irene's tea, in here eyes it had to be filled with sugar and filled with milk, but she knew better than to comment. In her small mind she thought provoking Irene was as if awkwakening a bear in hibernation season. Both with deadly outcomes, it was strange how this Brittish boy didn't know this.
The much expecting "deadly outcome" was coming and despite the fact that she hadn't seen Irene plop the spider in his new tea-cup something felt off in the atmosphere. She raised her eyebrows with anticipation, waiting for something to happen. Yet nothing did, instead Irene obediantly fixed his tea and gave it to him like a servant. Phyllis was shocked, surely she was going to yell at him or something! Flickering her eyes to Irene she shook her head in shock... ah how little she knew.