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The bell was a mercy, liberating Eris of the crowd as he would depart from the cafeteria. He'd have to be more careful not to get trapped like that, the thought of being suffocated by the multitude of vampires and mages not an attractive one. Fortunately he wasn't the only one moving, the opportunity to excuse himself coming sooner than later. His eyes roamed the area where he had last seen Maxwell, disappointed that he had lost track of the mage. Probably for the better, at least for now. He didn't want to rush their introduction and leave the thing in a confused state for the rest of his classes; there was no fun in pulling out the rug from under him if Eris wasn't around to watch, now was it?

Speaking of which, Eris needed to know where he was headed himself. Pausing to take his schedule out, he felt his phone vibrating in his jacket pocket, his watch giving him a bright screen with a contact shown as [i]☆Mona☆[/i] flashing on the screen. He rolled his eyes, letting the call go to voicemail as he pulled his schedule out. Just as he had found where he needed to go next, his watch flashed again, this time stating a more professional looking [i]Pandora S.[/i]. What did she take him for, a fool? He was more curious to know how she got her hands on his mother's phone. Still, there was little time for dealing with her antics, choosing to ignore that call as well. If it really was his mother, he'd apologize to her later.

Strolling into Mortal Psychology, his entrance was decidedly less flashy than in Treaty Law, taking a seat gracefully as he readied himself. Whatever time was left before the lecture started was spent observing those that walked in, trying to match some names to faces. Eventually, he would have to better familiarize himself and see who was worth knowing and worth investing his time with. Extending his network was never a bad thing, and a surplus of contacts was better than lacking. Once the actual lecture began he was attentive to Dame Patel, eyebrows raised at her title. Celestial Court, that sounded interesting. 

Oh, no wonder she looked familiar--it was the little countess from before. He should have known from that awful top she wore. Carefully putting aside the repeated insults from her choice of attire, he listened to her inquiry and couldn't quite hold back a laugh. The Marivaldi truly were a soft bunch, weren't they? It could have been considered adorable had he not already made his own judgment earlier, but he had to admit he was disappointed to see how naive she was. Ah, to be ingenue, she must not have had much experience with mages. Or rather, the Marivaldi reputation of being a house of [i]amoureux de mage[/i] rang clear.

Either way, Eris raised his hand slowly, deciding to give the countess a gift. [color=ccff99]"Seeing as how [i]we[/i] are their betters, I think it's obvious that whatever personality they have is irrelevant. Mages can hardly control themselves without our intervention. If anything, that question should be followed by another, simpler one: what can I, as their superior, do to break them in as quickly as possible so as not to linger in the transitional phase for too long?"[/color] He cheerfully added on to her question, grinning unabashedly.  

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