Ezio had plenty of fairly legitimate questions, but he wouldn't risk 'losing' by asking any of them. Besides, now there was something more important at hand than this little mental tussle of theirs anyway. When Lady Violetta had used magic to make the teacher more presentable, she had made an error that Ezio could not shake himself from.<br/><br/>His green eyes blinked as the magic swirled around him and changed his clothes. The black silk suit that he had been wearing had been replaced with the 'ugly cousin' of clothing materials- cotton. His new suit was very similar to the other one, but it was fucking cotton. "Nobody but socioeconomic rejects wear cotton!" Ezio immediately removed the jacket of the suit and tossed it onto the chain next to him, upon realizing what he was wearing.<br/><br/>The pants and dress shirt were cotton too! Ezio's snobbishness would not allow for him to remain in such an ugly, common fabric for much longer. He looked up at Lady Violetta when she swore and instructed him to follow her, but he shook his head. "No way, woman, I've gotta go change!" Who really cared about the student when he had cotton scratching his skin with its unrefined texture?<br/><br/>Both teachers entered the hallway at the same time, but they went to different places. Ezio disobeyed Lady Violetta's wishes, and headed straight to his own room to change. He had passed out in an empty student room last night, but now he was in the correct place. Frantically, he all but ripped the closet door off of its hinges and grabbed the first suit that he could get his hands on.