Elanor did not own a watch. If she did she might have checked it to see exactly how long she managed to get through her most recent, inevitably failed, plan without interruption. She was fairly sure she had not even made it two hallways away from her last class before<i>someone </i>was remarking on her not being a good little familiar and skittering back to the tower dorm. Though, at least the student who came up beside her didn't have the look of one of the 100s ranked students jockying for power that she might need to remind about the rules regarding formally claimed familiars. It was not open season on her and they had to make an official challenge over her before they could get by with more than just minimally harrassing her or trying to convince her to choose them.<br/><br/>She<i>hated </i>the assholes who didn't even bother to read the rules about official claims and challenges and what would happen to her if she just willfully said fuck off to Dustin and chose someone else. It didn't *work* that way.<br/><br/>The fact she didn't recognize this guy, and you learned quick to recognize the 100s students as a familiar, was about the only thing keeping her from probably being neelessly impolite. "Nope. I just like chicken tenders." She remarked back with a pleasant smile towards him. Dustin would not be pleased to see her being<i>pleasant </i>to some random mid ranked student, but he wasn't here. So fuck him. "You're in my Intro to Decoding class aren't you... Saul?" She couldn't quite put her finger on his name, but it was something like that.