Hildegunde was one of the last to enter the room. Like many of the students in the halls, she was a certifiable mess; her hair stood up in various spots from running, her jacket still unzipped. She was more relieved than anything to find that their professor wasn't here yet, only to immediately feel a new sense of dread. There was hardly time to breathe in the familiar essence that flowed freely here, or bask in the mundane nostalgic scent of eraser shavings.

Indeed, even her worries about the upcoming fight were swiftly replaced with a much more immediate anxiety.

Seating arrangements.

She spots her place almost immediately, right next to where Outis would be. A place that the Strigidae was trying to swap with [i]her[/i]. Why was that damned half elf everywhere?

No matter. Chloe or no Chloe, she'd have done what she's about to do all the same.

She seats herself on the floor, in front of the furthermost row. The ground is more comfortable to the hunter. Furthermore, she wouldn't have to deal with any of the students acting up and distracting her if they were all behind her. Some teachers would object to this, but in Hildegunde's experience, it was usually students who paid this more mind than instructors. And she did not particularly care what the students thought.