Zack walked down the hall, hands busy working on knotting a monkey fist with the rope he'd borrowed, when he spotted Ms. Hawkins approaching her room. He whistled to Vix, his fox, ordering her to stay calm and behave.
Hollering her name, he jogged to her just as another girl from his chemistry class jogged up. He backed up, waiting for her to talk to Ms. Hawkins first. He had wanted to discuss a new series of reactions he had hypothesized would result in substances that could amplify powers, and knew that the talk would be a lengthy one. Thus was his courtesy to let the girl, whose name he could't remember for the life of him, go first.