Enix knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked once or twice more, but still no reply.<em>I guess they're out for the moment. I'll handle them when they return I suppose.</em>Now he had to figure out how to repair all the damage he'd done to his room. He went back into the room and picked every individual dart out of the walls, floors, bed, ceiling. The room was still filled with holes. He figured a teacher or the headmaster would know how to fix all this damage. Feeling a little embarrassed about it all he set out looking for anyone who could point him in the right direction.