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Adolf actually stumbled at first, but he recovered quickly and managed to sidestep long enough to take the pile of books before walking out on his own. He didn't leave, though, without casting a small, unpleasant gassing spell--not the kind that would leave immediate gas, no, and not a vocal spell, either. Rather, later on in the day, whenever he had company, Silas would find himself with an unfortunate flatulence problem.

Silas could only smile at Danni's pathetic attempts to scare him. "Oh please, you don't think I thought of that? I fabricated enough evidence to convict him of rape of not only you, but at least 3 other girls at this school if I wanted. All the court will have is your word against mine, and I have the evidence." As for the chair, Silas simply shrugged at that. "To be honest, I think you're right. Only Ialo's bony a** belongs in that piece of trash, moth eaten ottoman. Good thing I was planning on torching it anyway. Boys?" And with that Silas' golems promptly picked up the chair and threw it through the bay window behind the desk, causing the chair (and subsequently Danni) to fall 6 stories down to the ground where the chair smashed into a thousand pieces.

Now that that distraction was out of the way, Silas could focus his attention on the rather dark individual that had decided to waste his time even further. "I'm the new Headmaster, Silas Lyme. I'll give you the same option I gave them. Either leave or I'll make you leave. I have a highly important meeting to get to in the next few minutes and you are not to be privy to it." Silas couldn't be sure, but he was almost positive he could feel something... wrong about this person. But it didn't really matter because his entourage had finally made it up the stairs and was now congregating outside the doors to his office. Silas somehow felt safer with witnesses around.

Danni sat atop Zapporo, looking down at the smashed chair. With silent, quick movements, she used her magic to gather up the broken pieces and transport them all to her tower. He would pay for that, and for many things. But mostly for the fact that he'd just called Ialo's a** bony. Only she was allowed to insult various parts of his anatomy. Well, Athena too, but that went without saying.

She was smiling as Zapporo rose up in the air, raising her back to the sixth floor. Her eyes were flashing blood red, and the demonic markings on her back glowed like a pulse, heating to a burning degree.

"Riser, can I kill him?" She asked, stepping onto the window sill. Black magic seeped off of her, filling the room, the air, suffocating.

God how he loved his new apprentice! She was as reluctant and spiteful as Ialo had been, but the bloodlust! This one held no qualms about killing, a perfect match to her master.

"Come now Danni, lets at least hear what he has to say for himself."

He looked to her and, silently to those around them, gave his answer inside her head.
'The first sign of real trouble, and you have my utmost permission to gut him like a trout.'

'Oh yes, their nervous systems are shockingly simple. I'll be willing to bet that his isn't.'

Perhaps it was her hatred for this Silas fellow, but it seemed to The Fallen that his new apprentice was finally beginning to warm up to the thought of being his apprentice. It had been many, many years since he had come across one like her, so this was only for the better, if it were true at all.

In the meantime, in the now-empty clinic, Ophi was staring at himself in the mirror as he calmly washed his hands. He almost didn't recognize himself, and with good reason. In an unusually drastic move for the healer, he had turned his hair jet black. With his pale skin and deep green eyes, it was quite a striking effect, and he smirked with petty childish sadism. He wanted to make Slime uncomfortable, and this was a good way to start. In fact, he would consider it mourning.

Ophiuchus stepped back from the sink. He had changed his clothes, into floor-length dark green robes with golden trim and accents, with a Mandarin collar and full sleeves. A small green garden snake was napping peacefully in a coil around his neck.

"Perfect!" he said aloud to himself. "It was time for a personal change anyways, after so long."

"So...Let me just get this straight. Dragon Boy has been charged with no doubt several false charges that you managed to plant evidence for, you paid off a jury, and now have stuck your egotistic, narcissistic little greasy weasle a**-" She cut off, waved a hand as she stepped aside.

"-in a cheesy chair that was going out the window whether you were in it or not." She said as the chair and Silas flew, much as she had, out the window and down to the ground below. And since this chair was gold and platinum, it fell a lot faster and harder.