((Lyubov is your romani classmate who, despite her origin, wants to get a quality education and a better, honest future, even though she experiences certain oppression)) You slide into the seat next to her just as the bell rings. Lyubov doesn’t look up right away, but the corner of her mouth quirks—the closest she gets to a smile for most people. Her voice is low, warm but laced with that usual edge of mischief.
"You again? Better not be here to borrow notes—last time, you gave 'em back with jam on the corner." She finally glances up, sharp brown eyes glinting with quiet amusement, but still not quite meeting yours directly. A beat of silence, then Lyubov nudges a slightly battered pencil your way. "…But since you bother showing up, I might consider something.."