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It wasn't like Kalder hadn't seen this angrier side of Demi, rather, it was one of the few times it was aimed at him. Keeping his head faced towards the board, only his eyes would take a look at her. She had leaned in close, much too close, the combination of her perfume and soap nearly giving him a dizziness he hadn't felt in quite some time. For a moment, it was as if time itself had stopped for him, those scathing blue eyes of hers seeing right through him. How he wished he could close the distance between the two, except reality would once again remind him that such things were a passing fancy. He had to summon every ounce of willpower to prevent himself from bursting out laughing, remaining surprisingly calm as Professor Blackthorn would scold Demi. Much to his displeasure, Demi would return to her usual seating position, and he raised a hand to cover his mouth to prevent anyone from seeing his smile. The oldest trick in the book, Demi was lacking in creativity. That and she [i]knew[/i] Potions was his best subject! It should have been insulting, but he found it charming in a way. 

As Kal lowered his hand, he felt Demi's paper, quietly taking it without notice. Reading it, his eyes widened somewhat in shock. She really wanted to meet him? Was he dreaming? No, wait, she was probably going to get her brother to come kick his ass. Still, if it meant getting the chance to see her, he would take it. Nodding to himself, he folded the note, placing it in his pocket and clearing his throat. Her scent was driving him mad, and he wasn't sure if it was her or the nearby Love Potion making things more difficult then they needed to be. It certainly gave him a pleasant fantasy, the image of Demi waiting patiently for him, clad in something risque and being able to take her in his arms. The next thing he should have done was confirm, but a note wasn't going to do it for him, and [i]especially[/i] not after that image decided to make its way into his head.

Maybe he was getting overconfident, but he was going to do it anyway. Taking in a breath, he quietly moved closer to her seat, shifting himself in such a way that he was closer without it being too noticeable. He licked his lips out of habit, and once Professor Blackthorn turned his back once more, he turned towards her, eyes drunk with a passion he had missed. He leaned in far enough that it could've been mistaken for a kiss, his lips a little too close to her ear as he would whisper his response: "[color=springgreen]I'll be there.[/color]"

Pulling back, he placed his hand on his head, deciding to focus on killing the many, many, [i]many[/i] thoughts currently scrambling his brain. Letting out a breath, he placed his hand down, and slyly looked behind him. Noel had his chin in his hand, a raised eyebrow at Kal. Kal ended up having to bite down on his inner cheek to prevent himself from smiling, instead simply turning back to the front of the class.