Declan's eyebrows shot up into his hairline as the kid actually greeted him and introduced himself. This kid had manners. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, if that could count as manners. The last kid had basically told him to eff of within 2 seconds of seeing him. "Declan," he murmured a bit of his Irish brogue leaking through. He may have lived in America for the past ten years, but his accent would never fully go away. "We should get started, what it says on your information sheet you are not only doing poorly in history but have been failing for the past six weeks." he sighed, pushing his glasses up as he looked at the kid, just waiting, he knew the comment about his accent was coming. He wondered, what it would be this time.