A wicked grin spread across Arran's face as the chasers headed off in the wrong direction. As soon as he was fairly certain that they weren't going to be looking his way, the apprentice dived back into his room. The underarmour was rapidly yanked back on, with boots soon following, but after remembering how fiddly the leather breastplate's buckles had been to undo - and having never done them up himself anyway - that was all. Well, that and his new dagger, of course. The weapon slid snugly into the side of his right boot.<br/><br/>The brunette slipped out his room, and made is way through the common room as quietly as possible. He didn't want anyone asking where he was going.