Jacholaus just blankly looked at the Witch, starting to feel bad for her. Maybe she wasn't a Witch at all? Like another person said, maybe she could be some odd person dressed up who just so happens to have a bunch of dogs. Besides, why would a witch choose a dog of all things? Something like a Rottweiler or a Bloodhound was understandable. But a Pomeranian? Jacholaus then just let his defense down, allowing for his arm to, well, go back to being his arm. He smiled at the sight, seeing Pomeranians everywhere and a girl in a dog hoodie being hugged by another girl who was referred to as Melonchest from someone who was apparently acquainted with her. Realizing that the nickname was a breast joke, he shrugged. He wasn't like those people who got nosebleeds from perverted thoughts. Well, probably not easily. If he did get a nosebleed, all the better for him. Blood would literally just drip into his mouth. 
After a moment, he looked down to see one of the Pomeranians pawing at his leg. He smiled and reached down to pet it for a moment, walking away afterwards. He, instead of walking from the scene, he walked to the epicenter, poking the girl who embraced the other tightly. "Uhm...," he said, poking her to get her attention. "I don't think that hugging this poor girl to death is the best course of action." Jacholaus snickered a bit more, still finding the situation comical. He then heard the "witch" call for a Mr. Flufflez, who was apparently the giant, fluffy dog that pulled her up and drooled all over her, leaving the one referred to as "Melonchest" without someone to smother with hugs. As quickly as she was picked up, she was dropped back down. That, and a 4-foot tall figure walked over to her, the Principal, Vater Tod. As this all happened, Jacholaus stepped back a foot or so, covering his mouth as he watched the comical events.