((Okay then. Perhaps this will help and inspire you, though that last part is somewhat doubtful...))
"Assyeaws, k'mt oirwbru'k 'ooewbruxwa, u qukk jukk rgwn die rgua!"
The nearly-screamed comment was heard echoing all about the first few levels, and was even said to carry up to the high levels through open windows. Only one individual flinched upon hearing the outburst, and promptly hastened to be present in the open space before the Citadel's front entrance, where it was now a widely known fact that one irate Master of the First Hall, awaited the arrival of potential apprentices.
Rikath, in the meantime, was pacing all of his five foot, one quarter inch frame rapidly before the very unsympathetic doors. His hair has seen a fair few runnings of hands through it so far, and it wasn't quite noon yet. At the moment, though, his hands were suffering severe indecision, switching from being clasped together firmly behind his back, and wringing each other in front.
It was in such a state, pacing, grumbling, and unable to keep his hands at his side, that Seras found him, and could hardly contain his laughter. He was a perfect picture of agitated worry. Then again, Seras himself could hardly blame him. Without students entering in, his entire Hall would consist of those who had yet to pass off the ability to move up to the Second Hall. Those in that category that didn't drive the small man to a point of distraction, would not be remaining in his Hall for very much longer. And so, until individuals began arriving, the Master Watchman took it upon himself to save the nearby foliage, unwary students, and general well-being of the front entrance, and keep his friend calm.
"Stop worrying, old friend. Any with the desire to miss this opportunity, to be taught by one such as yourself, is a fool." he called warmly, enjoying the feeling of deep satisfaction in seeing the blonde man jump and spin about to him abruptly, obviously startled.
"You have the freedom to say that, my young friend. It is not you that will be confined to instructing the impossible!" came the fiery retort. In truth, Rikath was relieved to hear such from Seras, as reassurance from a friend, and a definite show that, even without many students, the Master of the First Hall would not be required to take up Journeyman status again.
"Come now, old man. If they are as impossible as you claim they are, then I would be required to see to the matter to some degree or other, would I not?" Seras commented idly, offering an almost conspiratory wink to the other man.
Rikath, in response to this, merely huffed out a breath of air, folding arms across his chest. A silent indicator that Seras had won, and if such was the case, Rikath would play along.
Seras smiled triumphantly, walking over and giving the shorter man a firm thump on the shoulder, oblivious of the staggering that caused from said man, "Now all we must do is wait."
Rikath shot him a baleful red gaze. Why did he go and say that?...
((Hopefully that is acceptable...))
