At about the same time the final, near-concussive explosion echoed through the sparring arena, a figure slunk in through the classroom's open door.  Unnoticed by the majority of the students, he serenely picked out a seat not too far from the main group while the Ivan and Merlin exchanged words and Goodwitch ushered them off the battleground.  Taking care not to ruffle his gaudy red-and-brown outfit, he settled himself and removed a yoyo from his pocket, which he absentmindedly began to play with as he observed the new teams.  A strange sort of smile graces his sharp features, mirroring the rather amused twinkle that pervaded his pastel-green eyes.  In his hands, the golden-stringed yoyo moved as if it had a mind of its own.  Even without its owner's full attention, it danced over his lap in a series of tricks that virtually nobody could call unimpressive.

Paron surveyed the students as the next two got into position to begin their match.  Most of them were over by now, so he knew that he had missed some noteworthy stuff, but what he didn't see he could partially glean from the chatting teenagers as they sat.  He took note of each weapon and, when he could, tried to internalize each face.  All this he did while toying with his yoyo and wearing that same strange smile—a spider's smile.

It didn't escape his keen eyes that the members of the team he and his own team had attacked, Jormungandr, were present.  He somewhat hoped that they wouldn't notice him and make a fuss, but at the same time, he rather did.  Perhaps he could rope an aggressive freshman into challenging him one-on-one in the ring; if that happened, he would have to make sure not to use his semblance.  Neither Kitty, Thistle, or he had used theirs during the battle with Jormungandr in the Forest of Forever Fall, not that Kitty knew what hers was, anyway.  At this point, Paron doubted she even had one.  A memory of the conversation reached him: he had mentioned it, and Kitty had irately reminded him that everything with a soul had a semblance, to which he had cheekily responded that she was, after all, a ginger.  Though the remark had earned him a baton to the groin, the look on her face had been worth it.  Regardless of the past, Paron still wanted to keep KPT's full abilities under wraps for the time being.

His gaze shifted to the teacher's aide.  Sarina was somewhat of a rival of his; she was the star student, in more ways than one, and he didn't doubt that he was a degenerate in her eyes at least.  “Soch a stubborn lass,” he remarked in a Northern accent to nobody in particular.