Why is it that every time I cook something lately it comes out looking like this? Hector wondered, eyeing the plate of cookies that he pulled out of his oven with a wary expression. For the past few days it seemed like he couldn't manage to get anything right when it came to baking. The cookies did not even look like anything edible; black charred and burnt, small flakes kept breaking off, flittering to the ground.

Maybe there's something wrong with my oven, Hector thought, poking at it. His eyes moved to glance over the pan of non-cookies, wondering if he should just throw them away or use them as projectiles.

This last thought was much more appealing.

Pouring the ruined cookies into a bag, Hector ambled over to the door, leaving his room and meandering casually down the hall, his hands in his pockets. Whistling to himself, he stuck a red lollipop in his mouth, sucking on it lightly as he made his way through Arcana's hallways, nodding at one or two people he passed by with a smile on his face. When he reached the two level cafeteria, Hector climbed the stairs to the upper level, leaning casually against the metal rail to look out over the spacious room. Pulling the bag of destroyed cookies out, Hector's eyes ducked below, waiting for the opportune moment...then dropped a burnt cookie on the unfortunate Vulpix below. After a few successful throws, Hector leaned back, sliding to sit on the floor, his back against the railing as he brought one of the burnt cookies to his mouth, absently chewing on one.

What next, what next... he thought. Maybe I'll go visit...nah, he won't like that. Maybe I'll actually go to class, then. Yeah. Class sounds good.

...sort of.