Ramon stood up. As he did he felt like a ball had dropped in his stomach and was pulling him down. Te fact that a scythe had appeared in the Dean's hand was one thing, but the way he held it was another. It was so natural, he was at a resting position, but it was up and ready invade he were to be attacked. The Dean knew exactly what he was doing, and was, as at least Ramon could see, an expert with his blade. Ramon approached the stage, thoughts flashing through his mind. [i] What does he want me to do? Will I have to fight him, will I have a sword? God this is insane. I've got butterflies everywhere and I haven't even spoken to him yet. [/i] Tensly, Ramon walked onto the stage and stood next to the Dean, putting on a fake smile and greeting him friendly and wholeheartedly. [i] If he's a grim reaper, why doesn't he look the part? Am I going to get reaped?!? This is so confusing![/i] the tight feeling in Ramon's stomach intensified tenfold as he prepared for whatever might come and said, "So Headmaster Hughe, how may I be of assistance?"