As Markus wandered thought the crowd intent on leaving for the class room not paying much attention to the speaker on the podium until the summons for<span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Class 1-F, please report to the podium”</span>Markus turned making his way towards the podium but pauses letting a Dark Elf with a Pixie of all things floating near her shoulder pass him. The three now making a small line heading for the podium. Eyeing the dark elf briefly as the skirt moves with the motions of her walking he smirks.<br/><br/>The pixie Nillie he assumes is her name caused an amused smile to form on his face she stated that she was bored and wanted to go trap a human for some fun. Muttering softly<span style="color: RoyalBlue">“If you’re bored now little one you’ll be bored most of the year.” <br/>
</span><br/>Turing his attention back to the woman on the stage briefly taking in her attire and posture clearly she did not appear to be pleased with the students chosen for her.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"> “Wonder if the sucker is to keep her from giving a tirade or to keep her mind off whatever she is scratching at.”</span><br/><br/>Stepping onto the stage after the Dark Elf and Pixie Markus quietly stands in his tight blue jeans and moccasins with his muscular arms folded in front of his tight t-shirt waiting for the probable explosion since he was not in what was deemed a school uniform and he clearly did not seem to care.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>