HSE 301 ended rather abruptly, if one went and asked Lawrence about it. Not any less abrupt was it made by the professor preparing to drag Lori off, and quite obviously not going to be letting anyone get between himself and yelling at the model for perceived offences that anyone who spent three seconds before her face could have told she had not been chugging booze right before the lesson. And one ought to believe Lawrence when he said that, for he had been right there. No comment would be given on what her breath had smelled like, but there had not been alcohol involved. Of course, he couldn't speak for other drugs, but… now that said idea crossed his mind… no, Hugh would have made note of her popping pills. All this meant it was just as big a mystery for him as it was to the girl herself, and he'd just have to settle with meeting with her later about the deal they'd made. Even if she wouldn't remember it. He had his other friends to go to. It didn't quite strike him the same way now though… he was falling for the model was he? Not a good idea, not considering her job here. He supposed he'd have to have a chat with her about that too. The thought made him sad, and that was the last straw! He shook his head as he exited through the door, his mane of hair nearly slapping another student in the face with him commandeering so much space. Well, it was his fault for walking so damn close.<br/><br/>The lunch break was mostly spent up discussing the other courses of the curriculum, though the HSE would have their own share given the three each knew the new model. Hugh as a roommate, Lawrence as an apparent wall she tried to crash against and make bedroom eyes at, and Lawrence the smaller… well, he was a colleague of sorts as the TA on the beginner level. L. Rowburg did not mention his plans of trying to get in touch with Lori later, but it wouldn't take L. Paluat much to put his intentions together from him asking about the class their lesson would be in, and how he would be informed him being about casually wasn't likely to pass off as so casual. Besides, it was really out of the way. Would he really want to be there with his huge body, blocking everyone's way? The centaur's face reddened at how easily he'd been caught out, but he would not be deterred. "Well I'll just wait along the path she'll be taking to the dorm", he concluded, the matter settled for all intents and purposes. Then it was back to Hugh mentioning the upcoming competitions in gymnastics and tossing in a few ideas for possible library board game nights they could attend if they found the time. Time was sparse for the two others though, what with their big projects coming up. Hugh was just an expert procrastinator and would tackle them next year.<br/><br/>—————————————————————<br/><br/>The pair composed of the smaller two taken from the trio of friends had found their way to the classroom before Lori got on in, neither really locked in any conversation at the time, Lawrence answering some vacant inquiries about why he was here, what with Gazeblooms being a relatively nonintense species as a whole. Academic curiosity was the answer, and it seemed to satisfy this much more fleshy and even more impressively toothy, scarred figure that resembled a hydra more than another eystalk toting monster, but so it was that Lawrence and he were rather closely related as far as origin of species was considered. Both were splits from Beholderkin. The monster turned away from Lawrence and towards his gurgling beast of a friend, one that was mostly composed of bulky, occasionally bulbous tentacles of which many broke from tips into several thinly barbed feelers. Now that one had no place heading to human realm in the general sense, but the curriculum made it so that even he needed to take the courses. It was quite likely for the best. And indeed, Lawrence stuck out like a sore thumb, though not quite as much as Hugh. Yet it was he who was very likely the only one here not out of obligation. The weight of said knowledge settled on his shoulders.<br/><br/>Hugh noted this sudden influx of discomfort and punched his friend on the shoulder. "It's fine, you'll learn a few neat tricks here. You'll be better off having learnt than wondering if you should have. Now me? I don't know what I'll do with half of this, but maybe I'll be surprised pleasantly", he delivered a (de?)motivational speech which did indeed seem to help his friend get his head together once more. He might not be as intense as the course name suggested those enrolled on it would be, but what harm could come of it? What was there to lose?<br/><br/>And besides, Lori would be around. He would be lying to himself if he tried saying that human women did not interest him. And speak of the devil, there she was, entering through the door and moving to the front, seeking out her friends with her eyes. Despite the environment in which she saw them, despite the many tools that her friends might well end up using on her, still she smiled for them. Lawrence offered her the same toothy grin as what all his smiles came out as, while Hugh waved a hand rather sloppily, having to reel back everything past his wrist with gusto before it splat to the floor. Seemed like everything was proceeding in an orderly enough fashion.<br/><br/>Keyword being seemed. Then things changed.<br/><br/>A jolt shot down several of Lawrence's eyestalks as the red lines within the faintly yellow eyeballs between the petal like lids intensified, many of those eyes growing from his body and pushing through the different holes of his uniform begun to seek out the source of the anomaly they'd detected, as well as observing the anomaly itself. Lori was shrouded in a deep demonic miasma. Had he really had to use the phrase speak of the devil just now? But the source would be found by a fair few of his other eyes, another student radiating the same energy as what shrouded his acquaintance and their class model. Something untoward was going on here. Lawrence's skin felt tighter around him, the equivalent of an accelerating heartbeat to his species. Between his right fore- and middle fingers some grey goop bubbled to surface, but he'd shake it right off. Now wasn't the time to lose his nerves.<br/><br/>And then it was all over, with a shriek and Lori falling on her ass on the floor. He couldn't relax immediately, but twelve seconds later he started to feel a welcome deflating sensation through his body. "You feel that?" he asked of Hugh, who ceased rocking his chair back and forth and looked at him like he was dumb.<br/><br/>"Feel what? Her hitting the ground? She isn't that heavy", the slime commented, and this was proof enough that he had been wholly unaware. For all Lawrence knew, it might be him, the fiend whose name he wasn't sure of (but hoped roll call would reveal to him, mandatory attendance courses would have those right?) and Lori that were the only ones aware of anything having transpired. And knowing Lori, she might not know. She was too new.<br/><br/>Lawrence shook his head and waved at Hugh to lean closer, who let his chair down from the rocking position all together and leaned in for the whisper. "A guy in the class is casting spells on her. Probably an incubus by the shroud of it, and-" he begun to share what he'd made out, but the slam of the door and the irate bulk of the teacher marched right on in, demanding attention and everyone getting back to their seats, soon moving on to start the class from there. Well. Lawrence would just have to make sense of this with the time that was afforded to him. He wondered if it would be enough. But whatever it be, it held no marks of merit he'd recognise so far.