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A tall, thin highschool aged male strode down the halls with a confident stride, despite the fact that he had already missed more than half of the school day. He had been sick again so those teachers would just have to deal with his tardiness. Since he was here he might as well enjoy a carefree student life.
He turned yet another corner in the seemingly endless number of corridors. He heard the voice of someone teaching and slowed down, trailing the tips of his fingers along the wall as he did so. He listened for a moment before knocking once on the closed door of the classroom and swinging it open without waiting for an answer. He brushed long strands of blue hair aside to glance casually around the room, grinning back at a pretty young girl who smiled at him. Well, some things never changed.
"Can I help yo--" the teacher began.
"I'm looking for the...nevermind," he interrupted, turning and shutting the door, leaving as swiftly and without explanation as he had come.
Once again his footsteps sounded softly down the hallway. It was not long before he arrived at the Art of Weaponry classroom, laying hand on the hilt of his fencing foil, the signet ring on his hand glinting ominously as he did so. As he had done in the other classroom he looked over those there. "I'm sorry I'm late, I hope I haven't kept you waiting long..." he said, as though the class had not been complete until his arrival. |