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Her initial opinion of the boy was one of confusion, and perhaps slight approval. While she normally wasn't in the business of minding those from the servant cast, she had to admit, his skill at cleaning and the efficiency with which he conducted himself found no criticism from her. As it was, she chose the top bunk, both for practical reasons and sentimental one's, though she'd never openly state them. With that out of the way, she began unpacking her things.

It was at this moment Klaus offered his services in handling her clothes.

The tall girl felt her lips twitch downwards in displeasure, likely an automatic response. Logically, Klaus obviously meant no harm, and indeed if the uniform he wore was indicative of the kind of man he was, then she should be pleased, happy, even. It's not everyday that someone would willingly do your housework for you, and even do it gladly.

Past experiences clouded her judgement, however, and made her displeasure known vocally.

"I suggest," she began testily, "that you not be so flippant next time you offer to handle a woman's clothing, particularly of those whom you've just met. It is most suspicious."

As the words left her mouth, she began to agree with what had been a heat-of-the-moment feeling. It was indeed suspicious that a man would so willingly debase himself to be a servant to people who had never met before - unless, of course, he had an ulterior motive. Even seemingly normal people could move behind your back, doing things like stealing your unmentionables and selling them to perverts if given the chance, so what more a man that you explicitly allow to handle your things?

With that said, XinHua unpacked her things, and for good measure locked her cabinet. Shooting Klaus one last suspicious look, she turned and made her way to the cafeteria, returning later on and making doubly sure that her things were untouched.
@Savo

The hulking figure turned and walked away without another word, much to the relief of several students. Still, a tense sort of awkwardness hung in the air - a result of the fact that Hilda was still holding his I.D.

Francisco patted her on the shoulder. "I'm thinking that this is the first time you've been challenge to a duel, yes?" He squeezed her shoulder slightly. "If so, you probably don't know what you're getting into."

The duel had been accepted, and now that it was official, the enforcers nodded to each other, some of them leaving the cafeteria. One approached Hilda.

"Will prepare a space in the dueling grounds for you. We'll call you later today, once it's prepared."

"I'd think about the terms of the duel in the meantime, if I were you," Francisco interjected. "But, ah, try not to overthink it." The flippancy in his tone was forced, and there was an obvious undercurrent of worry in it. The same worry was on the expressions of several students around Hilda, though some of them did have a look of excitement on their faces.

Well, it was to be expected. First day of classes and there was already an official duel, and Morholt of all people was involved. Things hardly got more exciting than that.

The enforcers got into the task of dispersing the people, and finally, things seemed to calm down for the moment. Eventually, things returned to normal.

Slowly, the mess hall was emptied out as students finished breakfast and turned to their rooms - most turned into catch up on some much needed sleep. Activity wouldn't pick up until afternoon, where most students began awaking once again. Classes wouldn't start until the next day, to give students some time to adjust to their surroundings, but the lecture halls and other facilities would be open in that time. More importantly, a list of available field trips had been releases, to the pleasure of many.

Time passed, and the dark of early morning gave way for a brilliant blue sky, signalling what was officially the start of a new day.
@Jay Kalton

The room was situated on the top floor of the fifth dormitory building. It's door, rather than the single one that most rooms had, was replaced with large, sliding double doors. Even more unusual, was that it was eerily isolated - it alone occupied the whole floor, with no other rooms in sight.

Once the two girls entered, the firs thing that was noticeable was how unnaturally bare it was - most rooms had some sort of decoration, or maybe even furniture. The room had no such accommodations asides the single, small, dining table and chairs, and the accompanying kitchen. It was also, much, much more spacious - the ceiling was nearly thrice as tall as most other rooms and occupied nearly half the entire floor. Of course, the wide space was hardly inviting when the room itself was threadbare, with an insanely sterile atmosphere. The floor was tiled with black marble and the walls were painted a dull dark red. 

Then there were the bedrooms; the first two were normal, single post bedrooms separated from each other. It was the bedroom across it that stood out - it's door was a huge iron gate that slid open sidewards, twice as tall as the other two bedroom's. 

Finally, resting against the door, was a single, huge mace, rusted and covered in bloodstains. Behind the door a deep growling sound could be heard. Occasionally, a loud banging noise would echo through the room, before subsiding suddenly, only to return some time later.

Morholt never left the room, until later in the afternoon, mace in hand.
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