Alexei was tired. This wasn't an unusual state of affairs considering the amount of work he put in each day. It had been drilled into him by his father that you always put 120℅ into everything that you do, so just today in addition to his regular school duties he had arrived early to help Madame Vala in the library organize the nonfiction section after yesterdays history report rush, been pressed into guarding one of the smaller first years from the hazing that was still going on around the school, and had hunted down and apprehended a fellow first year that had deserted Professor Bruzoft class this morning and delivered him for reprimand. Yes, there was a whole lot to do in a day if you really tried and it was unfortunate that the strain of it would have killed him a long time ago if he hadn't mastered the art of the micronap.

It's what he was doing now, nestled in a slight shadow in one of the hallways trying to catch a few Zs before the after school activities began. Standing against a wall, eyes halfway shut, listening to the footsteps and voices going past him from just beyond the edge of waking. A few minutes of unthinking peace. 

Then the world exploded.

He was moving before he was even fully awake, not that it took much. His legs carried him past the shocked and the curious. He saw a flash of light from around the corner as he neared the end of the hall and slid to a stop, pressing himself up against the corner and carefully peeking into the hallway.

He didn't see any scorch marks or structural damage in the hallway, and despite the blast and flash he didn't see and injured from his vantage point. In fact, the one person he could see seemed unusually pleased. 

That didn't totally rule out terrorism, but it now seemed as though this was yet more hazing. He breathed a sigh of relief at that and decided it would probably be safe to approach. "What happened?" He asked as he made his way down the hall, his voice somewhere between commanding and weary. "How many injured? What was the source of the blast?"