A bit disappointed that nothing bigger than what appeared to be a measuring contest happened between the two girls, Olivan released a puff of air in a dissatisfied sigh before standing up to leave. How boring. He had expected a lot more based on the magical readings he had been getting, but the efforts were...childish, at best. Perhaps that was good for him, though; that meant that he didn't have much to worry about, whether he tried to compete with or avoid the others. So far, the most appealing prospect had been the short-fused ice girl, and that could only provide so much entertainment. 

[color=BF5FFF][i]Ah, well,[/i][/color] the tall boy mused to himself as he fixed the violet punk-style waistcoat on his way out of the gym. [color=BF5FFF][i]Perhaps the upcoming class will provide more interesting results.[/i][/color]