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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Otto Hindel</span><br/><br/>Otto sighed, looking up to the Headmistress that had just poofed onto the stage. Looked like the meeting was starting. He gently grabbed Heather's hand and kissed it before getting into a seat on stage. Once he was seated, he started messing with his hair, attempting to get it at least a little bit under control, to no avail. After a few minutes of trying he eventually gave up and put his hands in his lap. And then he waited, rather expectantly, for Nakamura to give whatever opening show she had planned for the school year.<br/><br/>For some reason his foot was tapping. He couldn't for the life of him fathom why.