Harold's mind was still reeling from the sudden apperence of Michael from UNDERNEATH Thisa's SKIRT of all places. Harold was suddenly having a very, very bad day. And it seemed likely to only get worse. Thisa had squeezed his shoulder quite heavily, almost to the point of being painful, and had talked about stopping her should she try something. Apperently she was more on the *from skirt* more than *How did he get there*. Not that he blamed her. She DID just have some random kid she doesn't know come from her *skirt* of all places, and act like he didn't care at all. About her, her skirt, his practical teleportation, the stares and laughter of everyone around them. Not a single care.

When Michael explained what he was doing to Thisa, Harold's mind just had a moment where it shut down. This kid, didn't care at all. Period. And it was all just because he wanted to get out of *judging a fight*. That right there made Harold very....annoyed. This kid was obviously very irresponsible, and didn't seem like he had *any* brain at all. He wouldn't be surprised if that *was* actually the case. Either way, Harold was about to speak up and question the teen, but then he disappeared again. Harold *thought* heard he a guy's voice come from somewhere near him and Thisa, but he couldn't be very sure. He also spied two boys running into the cafeterria, both seemingly intent on something. Or some*one*, as Harold remembered just *why* Michael was hiding.

"Ah....would the pair of you perhaps be in pursuit of a boy that is capable of traveling via shadows?" Harold asked in the best tone he could put together with his muddled mind at the moment.