[h3][color=mediumspringgreen]Alexandria[/color][/h3] Alex unpacked Michael's lunch. The feeling of guilt for taking up his lunch was overpowered by her hunger, and she already had taken up enough time wandering the halls and encountering strange foreign students. She opened up the case, nearly spilling its contents in the process. "[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Huh...?[/b][/color]" The plastic case contained a colorful lunch salad with white chicken meat as the protein and a light dressing. In other words, it was a perfect salad for a growing student. It looked just like the meals they showed for her health class. '[color=mediumspringgreen]I-Is this what Michael eats every day?![/color]' Alex's jaw nearly dropped. '[color=mediumspringgreen]Where are the chips?! Or the chicken nuggets?! What is this!?[/color]' Taking the fork, she hesitantly speared some of the salad. Her stomach growled. She didn't have a choice - and Michael was nice enough to give it to her. She took a deep breath and took a bite. [hr] Alex somehow managed to eat the lunch salad Michael gave her, though the experience somewhat changed her view of Michael. '[color=mediumspringgreen]Is Michael undergoing some kind of intense training? I need to make sure he's not hurting himself with these radical dieting measures...[/color]' She thought over how she'd bring it up to him naturally as she gathered up her things in the classroom. She didn't really think of a good way to bring it up, even as she walked through the hallways of St. Laurel's to meet her counselor. Her train of thought was somewhat hindered by a feeling of worry about the future: What her counselor might say, perhaps, but more importantly... Her meeting with Wolf. [hr] Alex nearly stumbled out of the office, exhausted. It was clear that her counselor thought she was present for the Midnight incident, and was trying to make it clear that there would be serious issues if Alex ever did something like that again. Alex didn't really feel like the lecture was necessary - she was scarred enough from the experience as is. Of course, there were the standard papers Alex was to bring to her parents, which would never get filled out, and ignored entirely. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. The exit to Laurels lay just beyond her. She had to keep up a brisk pace, but she had a good amount of time to get to Clausewitz before the grounds were completely deserted. Worst case scenario, she would have to ask around to see if anyone knew where Wolf was. The entire walk had her wracked with worry, imagining the different ways Wolf might react to her. Would he be as cold as Vera? Each time the thought crossed her mind, she wanted to stop in her tracks. '[color=mediumspringgreen]I-I just want this to happen already so I can stop worrying about it![/color]' Alex thought to herself, rubbing her temples. '[color=mediumspringgreen]Wolf, you better not be the type to go home the second the bell rings![/color]' After what felt like an eternity of being holed up in her own head as she walked, Alex found herself at the gates of Clausewitz's Academy. There were a few stern-faced students walking out, as she expected, but she didn't immediately recognize Wolf. Not that she expected to find him within moments of arriving... But she secretly had hoped so. "[color=mediumspringgreen][b]W-Well... I got here, but now what...?[/b][/color]" Alex felt like she stood out with Laurels' clean white uniform compared to the Clausewitz students, and suddenly realized that she may be crossing some kinds of rivalry-related turf without realizing it. '[color=mediumspringgreen]W-Wolf! Just show up so I don't have to talk to these scary people!![/color]' Alex silently prayed to herself - an event that was becoming more common as of late.