As Dante had suspected, the heat had risen through the day as if the world was clinging to the last vestiages of summer in refusal of the onset of Autumn. Frankly he found it appalling, and he hoped for a flash thunderstorm that would soak everyone just as they would break up for lunch. 

Ah, lunch. The time for pompous brats to take their place in the grand hall and argue about who's daddy had the most money over a plate of hors d'ouvre. His nose wrinkled at that and he debated skipping the rest of the day to head into town for some fun... but then he had buisness to attend to. 

As it was, he stood leaning against the fire escape in one of the upper stairways, flicking through the notebook he had aquired with mild, lazy interest. The writing was neat and the notes were structured, and the whole well-kept ordered whole upset him on a deep, emotional level. 

"This simply will not do." he muttered, "a young girl of her inclinations must surely express herself before she ends up a wizened old crone like the dinner ladies." He pulled out a bright pink pen out of his pocket, one he'd snatched from some random girl between lessons.
Click. "Why don't you go find our lovestruck dove, hmm?" he cooed to the air, his shadow slinking off down the staircase as Dante made some much-needed adjustments to the Kyra's notes.

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The room the girl sat in was silent all bar the sound of pens skittering across paper and pages quietly turning. Occasionally the teacher might shift in his chair but the lecture part of the lesson was over by the time Dante's shadow skulked into the room. It was time for quiet self-study. A shadow was good at that.

A shift in the dark isn't easily noticed, something small that twists between the shadows of desks and other students. Once it had surely seen Kyra, it seeped back under the door and drifted away.

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Danted dangled his feet over the side of the roof as the shadow whispered in his ear. A small smile crossed his face and he shifted slightly, resting a foot against one of the buildings many ornate gargoyles. 

"How very convenient." he purred, daintily ripping the notes from the book and watching gleefully as they drifted down and down, finally flittering past Kyra's classroom window. 

[@Arista]