[color=a2d39c]"Did you hear that, professor? Golly, a field trip just for us!"[/color]

"Didn't we agree you wouldn't talk to me?"

The midterms hadn't ended Dr Dreary's relationship with the creature, much to his chagrin. Still, the passing grade had meant he had officially forsworn all responsibility for the thing, so long as he wasn't looking at it when it was doing something stupid. Both teacher and student had the misfortune of sitting in the front rows. Dreary, because he was obligated as a member of faculty to sit in the lowest seats and suffer through the Headmaster's obnoxiously loud speeches. Maricola in the row behind him, because... Well, he guessed it didn't know any better. Speaking of which, hadn't the little monster been a bit too quiet ever since the speech ended?

Dreary looked up from his papers just in time to see Maricola's legs vanish over the railing. "Nothing.", he mumbled as he went back to grading, "I saw nothing."

But wait, he thought to himself, maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it was just trying to reach the portal and forgot that stairs exist. He furtively peered over the railing and oh, yes, it really was that bad after all, why did he expect anything else.

Maricola, dressed in puke-green spandex tights and a white tank top with the words SPACE MONSTAR emblazoned across the chest, was currently trying to force itself down the loudspeaker demon's throat. It was making surprisingly good progress, actually, having already gotten most of it's head and one arm in the mouth.

[color=a2d39c]"Hey~, where does the sound come out? Is there someone insiiiiide~?"[/color]