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Grave heard he comment and agreed, although his head did not nod as he would have done were he not concentrating so completely on weaving around the steadily filling Lounge to the safety of the corridor. When he heard he request he stopped abruptly and smiled at her. There was a nearly mischievous twinkle in his eye, more akin to excitement than to mischief. "Where did you think we were going?" his voice had it's usual soft brush-suede quality, but there was a warmness in it of instant-companionship. "Come on, I'll show you." Grave made his way around the spiral of corridors, gradually heading out and out. Occassionally he caught sight of older students, ones so near to their first Transcendance that his breath nearly caught in his throat to observe them. Now and then he caught sight of half-open doors with mysterious things lurking behind in the shadows, but he did not stop, only slowed from time to time to make sure he could keep the girl near him. He did not want to risk getting seperated from her, and at times he felt he was keeping her close by the warmth of her body more than the contact of her tiny hand in his.
And then, looming before them out of side of the continuous hallway stood a short corridor and at its end a set of absolutely massive black iron doors absolutely wrought from top to bottom with curling images of vines, animals long since extinct: leopards, sea gulls, elephants, elk, martens, and many more that Grave did not recognise. And as these figures intertwined and swirled towards the centre images of alchemical and medical tools were depicted, and plants and flowers used in potions, elements and symbols. and finally at the very center were depicted four glowing beings, without distinct form or shape each surrouned by one of the four Ouroboroses of the Aligmnents. He knew, somewhere inside that these four beings, godly and faceless were the Metatrons. And as he stood staring at them, the massive library doors swung open on silent hinges.

It had taken Ubel a bit of time to locate the Teacher's Lounge, and, when it did, he hesitated in going in. But, eventually, he worked up the will and nudged the door open, only to squeak in surprise when he nearly bumped into Antigone on his way in. "Oh... hullo," he said shyly, offering a sheepish smile. "Are you here to catch up as well...?" He himself had three classes to learn on - Rhetoric, Crafting, and Literature.

Ubel laughed and nodded a few times, scanning the room carefully, before his eyes returned to Antigone. "I'm missing three classes, myself... Literature, Rhetoric, and Crafting," he listed, making a slight face at the mention of the last one. "So I'm hoping to make them up during our free time... or, at least, try to. I think I might go for the Crafting, first... just to... get it over with." He laughed sheepishly, shrugging a bit.

"Oh, cooking is going to be much better than you expect," Ubel said, smiling broadly. "Professera Tryna is wonderful, as well. I tell you what. Let's go to do the ones we least look forward to - crafting for me, cooking for you. Then the next two, then we can go to Literature together, and you can handle the last one... does that sound okay?"

A faint blush appeared on Ubel's cheeks and he smiled brightly at Antigone, nodding a few times. "Taking Rhetoric together would be good as well. So! Let's get to work," he said happily, wiggling his fingers a bit, before turning on his heel to search out Professor Kortus.

A squeak of surprise came from Ubel when his beads were tugged on, before he grinned sheepishly up at Antigone. "Thank you... I rather like my beads... but they're a pain to put back in after washing my hair," he said, laughing softly. Then he paused, but only for the briefest of moments. "Astronomy. Not only was the class interesting, but Professor Elias is amazing..."

Ubel giggled, nodding eagerly. "A siren... possibly as dangerous, as well," he said softly, before a grin curled on his lips. "Professor Lelaus... he amused me and upset me, but I think that may have just been because of the prank he pulled on us all. It was... a bit upsetting."

Antigone squeaked. Literally squeaked at the sight of the professer who had just appeared, seemingly out of thin air. Though there was nothing thin about this man. Golden eyes wide, she attempted to take in all she could about him, though it seemed a little impossible to keep all of his mass within her sight at one time. "I- I believe that Ubel here was looking for you, Professer Kortus," she said finally, sending a smile the Melancholy's way. "Well, actually, we both need to do some make-up work for your class, as we weren't here to take it."