Trysten said good by to Evangeline, sneaking a look at her as she walked away and he headed towards the first class of English for the year.  One pretty face to another, someone's looking out for him.  Walking into the class Trysten waved lazily to Miss Hannifin.<br/>"Hello Mam." He said before walking to a desk in the back of the class.  He was one of the first here, so he could get a good seat.  Back row next to window, great for dozing or girl watching, whichever suit his fancy.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Alma noticed a familiar student lying on the ground, burns on his neck and a possible concussion.  A benefit of magical sight is that magic injuries practically glow, and with enough practice you can even discern what cause them.<br/>"Hello Micky, I see we have some new Hellhounds in the school.  You should know that a single werwolf is no match for one, if you're going to pick a fight at least make it one you have a chance of winning."  Alma said, lowering a helping hand to the wolf.  He always had a grudging respect for the guy, only a Junior and he was already one of the more important werewolves in the school.  Likely why the Hellhound targeted him.<br/>"You are taking my combat class this year, right?"