It was hard at first in school, from being taught by her mother to sitting in a classroom with others who liked fighting each other at least once every hour, being taught the usual curriculum to why the Hellhounds were created and their goal. At that time, she didn't bother making friends, and they didn't bother to be friends with her believing she was too soft. Esme's brows rose at this and only scoffed in response when she saw how they 'play fight'. The winner would be the first kid to spill blood on the other; Esme thought they were idiots.