IC:

Abraham swiveled on the spot, taking his attention, momentarily, away from whoever it was in the ceiling. The newest speaker was very much an oddity; Tall man, white suit. Not a teacher, otherwise he wouldn't be asking about the Headmistress. He'd have thought student, perhaps, but... Those red eyes. Not the color, not in and of itself; Plenty of supernatural species manifested eyes of a similar nature, and though they were odd, he didn't pay them much mind.

No, it was the way they [i]moved[/i]. Not in the curiosity or fascination of a student, or the watchful gaze of a teacher; They moved as if greedy to take in everything there was to be seen, and with the way the man's gaze lingered on the ceiling, it was like he could see everything at once. Greedy, with a vague disdain, as if the campus didn't live up to his expectations, somehow below his standards. The swordsman could feel the hairs on his neck raise, but he forced himself to smile politely. The man was probably nothing to be concerned about, he was simply overreacting.

[i]Failing to trust your instincts isn't wise.[/i]

[i]Well, do[/i] you [i]know anything more than I do?

... No. Not yet.[/i]

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure where she is." He said civilly, the smile never fading. "Could I take a message? I'm sure I could find a teacher around here who could take you to her."