[center][h3]~The post in which Drael fails at everything~[/h3][/center]

Livia had just returned to her office, and was sitting in her desk. Gall had just left, they had finished discussing plans for the party a few days from now, and she was taking a moment to herself, as she looked idly around her office, a cup of tea sitting on her desk.

Her office was rather large. A plush dark blue carpet covered most of the floor, along with several bookcases a few shelves and things displaying some odd trinket or two. Her desk was sitting against the far wall, purple curtains were drawn over windows behind it. A fireplace was also built into one of the walls.

It was then, she heard a rather annoyed or angry sounding knock at her door. She didn’t know who would be idiotic enough to come bother her at the moment, but the door opened regardless.

[color=662d91]“Do come in, though my time is short.”[/color] She said, inviting whoever was out there inside.

Draél who was still pacing a bit outside looked to the door as he heard a voice from inside. It was no doubt the same that he had heard during the gathering today and as he heard the invite he was about to put his hand on the handle when the door opened on its own, He stepped incide the room and once inside the headmistress office he looked around at everything to get good understanding of the room. 

After that he shut the door behind him and wandered further into the room and up to the opposite side of the desk. [color=firebrick]"Mam, I'm sorry to need to distrub you. But I've come here to discuss my room arrangements."[/color] he said throwing in a slight respectul bow even if he was still a bit angry about it all. [color=firebrick]"That tower you asked me to stay in seem occupied by a Dragon, and someone I think might been my supposed dorm mate... disturbed her enough for her to grow furious. I've come to Demand that the tower is repaired to its prime condition, and to request a new room if its possible. I would rather not intrude on a lady's domain if possible"[/color] he said as he crossed his arms with determination.  

Well, this was certainly not what she was expecting, though she did already know of the little fight. She was going to have a little chat with Sorcha later about it. Arata as well. That Oni needed to learn not to be so…disrespectful. Especially to someone she personally considered a friend.

[color=662d91]“Ah…I take it you are Drael Fhalmer, then?”[/color] She of course, couldn’t read minds and had no way of knowing if he was without him introducing himself, but it was a logical conclusion based on who she knew was living in the tower. She hadn't arranged the dorms herself, but she had seen who was being put where.

[color=662d91]“You needn’t worry about the tower, or your place of residence. Sorcha agreed to these terms before the start of the school year. That is why I had the staircase leading to the upper floor removed. She doesn’t need it anyways.”[/color] Livia replied. [color=662d91]“And of course it will be repaired, in the timeliest fashion I am capable of having it done in.”[/color]

Draél starred at the lady for a while, but when she guessed his name his gaze softened as he realized that perhaps an intruduction should have been in order. [color=firebrick]"You are correct madam... I'am Draél Fahlmer... at your service"[/color] he said bowing once ore. Yet as he heard everything seemed... surprisingly cool, he pondered about it for a moment before nodding. [color=firebrick]"Very well.. In that case I am thankful for your time."[/color] he said as he stood down slightly and then let out a sigh.

He turned back towards the door and walked towards it before glancing back. [color=firebrick]"I am sorry for disturbing you, and If I came of as rude... the past events were a bit... furstrating to say the least. Thank you for understanding... Good evening mam"[/color] he said and reached for the handle on the door. 

[color=662d91]“It is quite alright, Drael. And no, no, you weren’t rude at all. You were simply concerned.”[/color] She said, as he turned to leave. However, the moment his hand touched the door and attempted to open it. It wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard he pulled or twisted the knob, it would refuse to open.

[color=662d91]“However, Mr. Fhalmer…”[/color] She gave him a sharp glare from across the room. Perhaps she was being a little bit hard on one of her students, but…well, one does not simply demand that she do anything. Least of all, one of her students. [color=662d91]“Just because you are one of my precious students…doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want.”[/color] Her voice took a slightly dangerous tone. [color=662d91]“The next time you ‘demand’ something from me…you’ll have more to worry about than whether or not you’re intruding in a ladies place of residence. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Fhalmer?”[/color] With that said, the door handle would move, opening the door by itself, indicating that he should probably leave.

Draél glanced back to her as the door didn't open, it made him ponder slightly as she spoke to him about not being rue and then after gave him a double message in a rather threathening tone. However, this caused a sligh smrik to cross Draél's face as he could't really help but to find the situation quite funny or familiar. He glanced back to the door as it opened and she questioned if she made herself clear. 

At that point Draél looked into her eyes. [color=firebrick]"Oh my... I'm not sure if I am to be concerned of a possible cougar, or if it's going to bite."[/color] he replied before walking out the door. [color=firebrick]"Good bye"[/color] he would say and then leave. He then pondered about what to do next as he walked down the corridor and back out on campus. 

After he left, Livia simply went back to work, more or less ignoring the comment.
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After pondering the possibilities for a while Draél decided that returning to the tower for the evening might be a slightly bad idea... but however there was something he had to do before that. He left the campus area and went to a flower shop, there he would buy a single red rose and a appology card. Then he would leave the shop and return to the campus area and as he headed towards the buildings he spotted the top window being open. 

He sighed, and then flew up to just beneath the window where he would stop for a moment to look at it. He gave the window a slight knock as he placed the rose at the bottom of it. 

Sorcha, had been looking after her Glaive. The thing was old, after all. Around fourteen hundred years old, to be exact. She had treated rather poorly today, in all honesty. What, with throwing it at the roof and everything. That was no way to treat a weapon, even if it was one like hers, and made out of scales from her own hide.

Now though? She just wanted a nice, hot, soak in her bath. So she had set about removing her armor. First came the belt, and the half skirt covering one side of her legs. She tossed them onto her bed. Next, came the greaves, she tossed them onto the floor next to her bed, revealing some quite sharp looking claws at the end of her toes. Next, her bracers, and the armor covering her arms. Lastly she started removing the breastplate.

She was about halfway through unbuckling It, when she heard a knock at the window. She turned her head, towards it, a look of utter shock and disbelief plastered on her face as she saw who was actually standing there. He was probably getting quite the view of her assets, as well.

Now, she honestly wasn’t that embarrassed about being seen naked. She was a dragon after all. She didn’t normally wear clothes. Besides, she had white scales covering most of her legs, sides, arms, and waist. Just because she was in a human form, didn’t really change her mind set a whole lot.

No. She was furious for another reason. She told this whelp to remove himself from her tower - And he hadn’t. The dragon was too furious to say anything at the moment. Instead, she grabbed her glaive, and pointed it right towards Drael, electricity arcing along the polearm.

So, maybe it was not the best choice to visit Sorcha before she had calmed down, but the sight Draél got of a quite naked Dragoness probably made quite a nice memory to his memory bank of... nauhty stuff. The scene turned out quite well, even with a polearm flashing with electricity getting pointed at him quite directly. Yet now he felt he might or might not need another rose to appologize for looking at her while she was naked... 

However he decided to be the better man about it, clapped his hands together and bowed. [color=firebrick]"Thank you for the beautiful sight you sexy dragoness... I am sorry for before. But I do thank thy kindly... "[/color] he would say figuring that this might possibly end, pretty badly... but hey... you only live once... and if life is to end with a sexy dragoness naked in front of you, you might as well revel in the moment.

[color=firebrick]"...you wouldn't per chance want help... polishing those dazzling scales of yours?... "[/color] he would add gambling on the chance that she actually... might say yes. 

Polishing…her dazzling scales?...well, they were dazzling, indeed. And she was indeed sexy, but that was irrelevant at the moment. If he truly wanted to apologize for his behavior and interfering with her honorable duel, he wouldn’t have returned until she allowed him too.

Drael wasn’t getting what he hoped at all. She simply snarled at him, a look of pure rage crossing her face as a bolt of electricity erupted from her glaive, slamming right into him, followed right by two more.

A simple 'no' might have sufficed, but Draél wouldn't hold it against Sorcha as he clearly were right given the situation. He were intruding on her domain at a rather bad time, but then again... seeing her naked might have been well worth it.  How he would feel in a moment however might be a bit... shocking as electricity struck him three times. 

Having a quick greeting by Nicolai Tesla and a bit of a sting from a Sorcha coil. Draél let out a cough of black smoke as his body was slightly seared from the experience. [color=firebrick]"I take that... as a no..."[/color] he said wheezing. [color=firebrick]"I... see you around... probably"[/color] he said as he fell back to the ground with a comical crash. He then laid there starring up at the sky for a while. [i]'totally... worth it...'[/i] he thought to himself as he remained there a while... a bit to stunned to move at the moment. At last the rose was still safe in the window, and his appology card reading -Sorry about the event before Graceful Dragoness Sorcha. -D- if she decided to actually read it. 

After he had been removed from the window, she swiftly moved to it, not bothering to even see if Drael was alive. She slammed the window shut, locking it so that she wouldn't be disturbed further.

The Rose still decorating the bottom of the window, would likely be found at a later date if someone didn't move it before then.