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Like any responsible, slightly irritated adult, Professor Byrne had hung toward the edge of the room as Norrevinter bowled Sterling into the table. It was hardly the first or last time Sterling would end up under a girl, if he was anything like his father, if Kora were like her aunt, she would throw people through worse than the breakfast table before she was gone. Schippers had it handled well enough, Maeve thought. 

She would have intervened, had anything caught fire. 

With one hand clasping the other wrist and her back as stiff as ever, the veteran eyed the crowd of amassed students: Some were trying to make friends, a few just trying not to be run over. A lot were late. She cast a sideways smile toward Toby Schippers, though did not wave. No need to embarrass the boy, after all. Though his sweater vest looked a bit askew after diving aside... 

Poor kid. She'd assign him to an easy combat assignment. Maybe, like... The blind girl looked like a safe bet. She doubted they would damage on another too badly. 

The lights dimmed as the presentation began. She kept scanning for a moment, when [i]something[/i] caught the professor at a loss. Her eyes went wide for the briefest of seconds, one hand reaching in the hope that Kovalenko had stepped into the shadow beside her. Then, Maeve's  legs buckled at the knees and her weight keeled back into the wall beside her. She kept standing, but her hands clenched; open and shut, open and shut, over and over in no specific timing. A cold sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her gaze, with pupils wide and wild, was fixed on the exact position where one Layne Towerfall was seated. 

[@Oooie]