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[center][i]After Lunch[/i][/center]

Saqui jolted forward as the Hall monitor turned to run, she'd seen the deer stuck in headlights look before he turned and instinctively prepared herself to dart forward at Flash speed once again. When he seemed unable to run however she retracted her hand to her face, resting her index finger on her lip as she studied the hall monitor or more to the point the interesting wad of air that seemed to be preventing him from escaping. 

Turning to Brunhilde she parted her lips, no doubt in preparation to ask a question, which fell short when the small girl spoke. She turned back to the hall monitor and nodded her head in agreement...

When the poor lad threw himself at the classroom door and attempted to jam the [i]whole[/i] clipboard through the mail slot. Saqui wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself, except look on with a mixture of curiosity and concern...which didn't even last a second as in the blink of an eye the 'poor' lad had thrown a glowing ball of magma at her face. Right. At. Her. Face.  

Whether it was shock or complete disbelief that kept her still for the shortest time it didn't look as if she was going to move. [color=yellow][i]'Defend yourself, Saqui!'[/i][/color] The commanding voice of her father leapt to the forefront of her mind, as if a switch had clicked in her mind, there was a disturbance in the air surrounding Saqui and she jumped to life...quite literally as she jumped out of the magma's path. She completely misjudged the amount of aid she'd need to move fast enough though and ended up flattening herself against the wall with a hollow thud as the glob sailed on. 

[color=yellow]"Ow, wall! Hot, tsss"[/color] She blurted out, swiping angry blobs of obsidian off of her sleeves and tentatively touched a scald mark on her chin. She whipped round to look for the hall monitor, her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed once she caught sight of him. Yes, she saw that he was terrified...did it help? Unfortunately it did not. 

Saqui was generally a calm and amicable young lady...unsurprisingly having magma thrown at her face was just a step too far.

[color=yellow]"What the hell is [i]wrong[/i] with you?"[/color] She snapped, hoping against hope that none of the glob had ended up on her bag. She zipped forward and lifted a fist above his head, fully intending on bonking him on the head with it. Not hard enough to cause injury per say but enough to show how displeased she was with him.

[color=yellow]"If someone comes to talk to you-"[/color] There was the briefest pause as she tried to give him another bonk on the head [color=yellow]"-you don't throw glowing magma-"[/color] And another [color=yellow]"-or whatever the hell that was in-"[/color] still going for it [color=yellow]"-their-"[/color] and once more with feeling [color=yellow]"-face!"[/color] if she hadn't already been blasted or god knows what, she retracted her hand after the last bonk had been felt or dodged.  

[color=yellow]"I've met wild animals with better manners!"[/color] She bristled, swiftly cursing under her breath in her native tongue. 

...this was probably not the best way to handle the situation...

[@Azereiah] 
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