[color=0072bc]“Ah…”[/color] It made sense and as he actually took the time to focus on some of the students below, he did notice that the sheets of papers clutched in the hands of the lower years had numbers; some were written finely while others looked like messy scribbles. [color=0072bc]“Fairly good. Cleaned up a few messes in the surrounding areas, got into a fight with the griffon again. Nothing out of the ordinary.”[/color] Before he could say much else though, the show seemed to be on its way as a voice filled the room once more and drowned out the students. 

He didn’t pay much attention to the witch’s words, given how they were basically said for the sake of theatrics. Instead he eyed the vast number of boxes holding the lower years and sighed in annoyance, having no doubt that responsibility was about to be foisted upon them to make sure things didn’t go too far. Unsurprisingly, the Headmaster’s voice rang out almost immediately after that to inform the fifth years of their duty. With a soft sigh, Raule fell back into the seat behind him and set his baggage onto his lap. A few moments rummaging through it and pulled out his holopad and fired it up. 

Connection proved easy enough and in a matter of seconds he had over a thousand views at his fingertips. A few random taps filled his screen with the image from inside cubes where absolutely nothing outside his expectations was happening. Some introduced themselves as more level headed individuals, others had already drawn blood, and a few directed their thoughts of the situation to the white walls uselessly. He carefully scratched his head with sharpened claws as he returned the screen to the complete view of all the boxes, on the look out for anything that would require his intervention. [color=0072bc]"Glory to the fifth years, eh?"[/color] He muttered to no one in particular as he glanced at a box that housed a petite girl with a towering orc. [i][color=0072bc]'That might be messy,'[/color][/i] was his thought before he flicked to another box.

[@Kidd]