Sehrab slipped a flash of the knife behind his back. There was a clear threat to the way he held it and presented it straight at Altair. It were as though he were issuing a verbal threat and yet his lips never moved.<br/><br/>"Ma'am," he said. "If you don't mind, I doubt that now is a time for listening to those who have a history for snitching. I highly doubt that you even have the time in your schedule for this alone, and I'm eager to be a member of the school." He slid the knife back into his sleeve. "So if you don't mind, could we go ahead and mosey on back up to your office?"<br/><br/>Tyr looked at Fexiryn. The student had done a full 180 right in front of him. Confused, he grabbed Fexiryn's shoulder and whispered into her ear. "I think it might be a good idea to get this over with. Something isn't right here."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Carnassus shifted back into his lycan form and ran his nose against the fairy, and then tucked him away in the collar of his cloak. He bolted forward moving at nearly thirty miles per hour, just a blur streaking down the hallway.