James sighed. Of course. Third always had to intervene. "I was testing his reflexes! You know I don't kill students outside of Survival Class...... usually." James' tone was defensive, but he added the last part with a smirk. Bettie Moondale. Fond memories. He had decided after that event that he was a particular fan of Elven Meat. It was simply.... well, fresher. James was distracted, as he thought of cooking and eating Third. He'd never do it, of course - he respected the old headmistress far too much, even if he disagreed with her coddling of the students - but sometimes, the thought was quite tempting.