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The Professor watched as some runt approached the prick students he had just dealt with, the boy looking somewhat familiar. But hey, any of these kids looked familiar given they all looked the fucking same. Valentin shook his head, knowing his annoyance with some bad apples shouldn't tarnish his view of the whole student body. But damn, it was hard. 

He went by to examine another painting, eventually deciding to take a good high-resolution picture of each with his phone when nobody - or at least not the host of the event - was looking. Valentin was a firm believer in pirating films, books, and videogames. So if all that couldn't be open-source for the wise individual, why couldn't some snobby art be likewise? It's not like art is actually productive, the Romanian reasoned. As he took a sip of his tea and simultaneously photographed yet another painting, something hit Valentin. 

He didn't budge a millimetre. 

Dr. Florescu wasn't a confrontational man, but it was quite different when someone all but forced confrontation striking him as such and while he turned very slowly thoughts of making somebody count their teeth in the gutter flowed through his mind, his lips beginning to frame the words. What he saw made him frown more in annoyance than anger, for his violent thoughts would now have to simmer down by themselves rather than be expressed. He stared at the girl for a moment or two, motionless. The hunter had heard of the little experiment and probably had seen her, but to be frank he had (for now successfully) avoided her. The thought of fighting someone who probably couldn't lift his favoured weapons and would probably be sent airborne by them was not particularly appealing. But even discounting that, she was a little girl. Fancying himself a folksy knight of sorts, Valentin would in any work with her have to more or less shield her from any harm with himself as bulwark which was a liability to say the least. That wasn't all that came to threaten his work if done with a juvenile however. When he was done with any of the supernatural regardless of if a witch, a werewolf or a  vampire he left... [i]art[/i] of them. Why just before the vampire he had sawed into paste this morning, Valentin had skinned and beheaded a witch, before forcing torn-off ribs into the eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth of the mangled head. To complete the piece, a final rib was stuck into the throat so the head could be mounted on a stump that her coven used for their meetings to let them know: the crime of their existence was known, and the sentence would be death. 

But today was an even worse day to see Remy in the wild. Valentin was going to meet his Macedonian friend and it would not be good if any agents of Operation Humanity learned of the relationship. Furthermore, the girl likely wouldn't be very good at keeping operational security, and if he was known to associate with her once the nature of the youth was learned then his very own life would be in jeopardy. All of this thought went through his head in a fraction of a second, and once it was done he gently but firmly removed her from the skateboard, stepping on it to get the apparatus upright and then picking it up, while taking the elements of the "disguise" the lassie had off of her head so she wouldn't be so noticeable. He quickly followed the trail of her terrorism by the flabbergasted faces of the wealthy, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Josef was already here, while Valentin had to deal with this problem. Gripping the wrist of the girl Valentin would try to discretely lead her away, each of his sausage fingers close to the size of one of her arms. Most men disliked babies while having decent relationships with more grown kids. Valentin was the inverse, he found himself easily able to calm babies but his understanding of children was so poor it could not be mitigated by his own great many childish elements. 

[color=39b54a]"Come, you want to play videogames?"[/color] the man said, deciding he'd take the girl to his office. [color=39b54a]"I've a great many." [/color]