Rictus (no German name yet) peered over the lip of the window ledge to watch Blumenfeld sprint hell-for-leather across the spacious courtyard, his wooden duelling sword slapping painfully across his legs in his haste.
Despite this, the lavender monstrosity was gaining on him, her bulk merely flowing over the obstacles Blumenfeld had to ponderously avoid or traverse.
Beside Rictus, Durham had approached and hid his sniggers behand his hand, though elsewhere laughter echoed up and down the halls as the news passed.
Argeal was already here and had practically summoned the rest of the class with his own laughter and occaisnal call to Blumenfeld to hurry up.
Then, even Eisenstein had approached to find the cause of such merriment and depsite his best efforts to appear disdainful, he still couldn't entirely hide the smirk.
Outside, Blumenfeld had tripped and the Female had caught up with him, hoisting upwards and onto his feet. She ruffled his hair playfully and said something to him, though no one could hear at that distance. Suddenly she seized his hand and began dragging him away, Blumenfeld throw one last desperate look towards his fellow classmates. His expression a mix of fear, desperation and...amusement?
He...
liked...her?
