Hildegunde awakes alone. Confused. Bewildered. Long after Iraleth and Ciara have left.

It takes a few moments for the events of the previous day to come back to her. The announcement. The bridge. The auditorium. The head advisor's office. 

She grimaces. The advisor's office - it was a baffling series of events that by all means didn't have to happen, and now here she was, trying and failing to play peacemaker for the two younger girls. She wonders, briefly, if her brother felt the same way about dealing with her in her youth. It is both a comforting thought and a saddening one.

The blankets fall haphazardly to the floor as Hildegunde gets up. The ping was missed on account of the silencing of her Adapa. Nonetheless, sensing that she is running behind, she begins to dress herself as quickly as possible, the door practically slamming behind her. Had the duel already started? Is she too late?

[i][color=007236]Time, Freischütz.[/color]

[color=000000]8:45, Fräulein Nachtnabel.[/color] [/i]Hildegunde's pace slows for a moment. She's got over an hour for the duel.

Then, he breaks the news.

[color=0000000][i]You have class in room 103 at 9:00 AM.[/i][/color]

"What?" She is so taken back by the news that she speaks this aloud. A few students stare at her. She pays them no heed.

[color=0000000][i]You have class in room 103 at-[/i][/color]

[color=007236]"Yeah, I got that! Where the fuck is room 103!?"[/color]

The duel slips her mind entirely, panic having set in. She quickens her pace once more, practically running through the halls. She feels a grin - a far more playful one than usual - in her mind's eye. She holds back a groan at the news.

[i][color=000000]Chloe will be there.[/color][/i]