The fiancé turned, in bed...hugging onto him, before opening her eyes an staring at him, then falling and scrambling away from him. Sitting up on the bed, and smoothening out his day clothing...all this was quite interesting, and new to him. Hugging him, resting her head on his chest, staring into his face...so, so strange. She'd usually just kick him out of bed, or punch him in the face, or tie him up in the blink of an eye. It as new and surprising, but not all that uncomfortable...which either meant she was in the mood for messing with him. There was...also something very odd about her, but he just couldn't put his hand on the pulse of it... [I]"W-who are you? Where am I? What's going on!?"[/I] Narrowing his eyes in suspicion...he realised why he felt something off about Calista. Her magic, it seemed very...weak. Too weak...of course, this Omni-mage could easily hide it with the perception magic she used last year, though it shouldn't have easily have deceived him like this. No other explanation...coupled with her 'confusion' and this 'weakened magic', she must have been pulling his leg for some odd reason, as it were. Deciding to play along, he answered clearly an concisely, "Walker, Darcy Walker, fiancé of Calista Albescu. Your personal dormitory, in the...Magically-Magical Academy of Magic. You are trying to deceive me into believing some sort of convoluted plot, all in order to possibly cause me more bodily harm once my guard is down...again. For the last one, I am correct, yes?" Saying this, he leaned from his position seated on the be in order to offer a hand to pull her back up. Sure, this would be dumb, leaving himself open like this...but this is just what the fiancé was supposed to do, right? Darcy waited patiently for an answer. ----- Out in the front of the school... Swirly glasses obscuring his ability to see, ever so slightly, as the dragon landed to the side of the academy...still, Karl swore that in a flash, there had been a person lying on the front steps. Dismissing this as the lasting effect of strong absinthe, he hopped off the metallic scaled dragon's back and turned away as the being began to shape shift back into it's smaller lizard form, making loud growling sounds as the sounds of bones snapping disturbed the air. Turning around, to stare down at the small iguana like creature, he gave it a bow before it crawled into a crack in the building, "Thank you, again. I'll owe you back a favor." The crack in the stone wall sealed up behind it. Trying to fix his clothes, just a little, he was glad that the silvery dragon actually answered his call, this time. Last time, he ended up getting the headmaster to pick him up. Big. Mistake. With his clothing less dishevelled, but still dishevelled all the same (and still a little hung over), he walked around to the front of the school...there was a person, laying around the front! This, this wasn't the oddest thing to happen around here. Walking up to the mysterious person, he blinked a few times behind his swirly eyeglasses in order to clear his eyes, the charm on the glasses really did weaken the vampiric sense. Since Karl is was indeed an instructor, and thus had to set an example...he nervously offered a hand out, "T-that looks rather uncomfortable. Do you need any help up, friend? Or, would you rather keep laying down here?"