[h2][color=662d91]Tobias Rivenridge[/color][/h2]

The principle offered what Tobias considered to be a paltry hand wave in response to Zaylin's demands. He didn't believe for a moment that she intended to tell them the whole truth; from the sounds of it this had all been a well-kept secret for who knew how long, and only the late Amy Snow's actions had led to the secrecy being cracked. 

[color=662d91][i]Nobody goes from that to willingly spilling all of the beans without a great of coercion[/i][/color], he thought, and given that she was willing to hold away over a school full of like individuals Staniford was unlikely to bend so easily. Even in the face of a bloody dragon. That, however, made it all the more bewildering when the headmistress lost nearly all of her composure and urged them to leave with what seemed to be verifiable terror. At the same time, Tobias felt jolts of electrical current run up and down his back- something that only happened when his fight or flight reaction kicked in. Something was definitely wrong, but he couldn't place it for the life of him. 

As Stella trotted off, asking him to save her a seat on the bus, he nodded and looked after her as she and Zaylin walked back into the gym. He briefly ducked his head into the bus, tossed his bag onto one of the seats toward the front as a reservation, then stood back outside. He waited there, his eyes watching the gym doors until the two girls came out of them again, and with an overhead wave of his hand he beckoned both of them over. It couldn't hurt to be in the older girl's good graces, he reasoned, if for no other reason than he didn't know how well lightning would work on a dragon and had no intention of finding out. 

It was strange, he thought to himself as they veered toward him. Wasn't the school a bit more... diminutive?