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Ander sat on the training grounds next to Fidel, who was idly lighting clumps of weeds on fire and then extinguishing them. The man, on the other hand, was flipping through a small stack of papers, reading the names of his future students. He had relatively small classes. Seemed there would be more healers than fighters this year. Healers were vital, but he was surprised by how few kids he would be getting this year. Most wanted to fight right off the bat. Wanted to learn how to control their new powers and cause as much damage as possible. He remembered that phase of his own life, when he had just wanted to blow s**t up.

Ah, fond memories.

"So. Have you looked over the same names for long enough now? We've been sitting here for an hour." Fidel said, his voice bored as he extinguished a small clump of grasses. Ander looked up from his papers and examined his surroundings, taking in the still scorching clumps of now dead weeds that seemed to circle him and his pact mate. They stood out amongst the dull yellow color of the living grass as a pulsing crimson red.

"So sorry you've been bored." he replied, his voice cool and even as he stared out blankly over the training grounds. Fidel blew a plume of black smoke from his nostrils and rolled his eyes before rising to his feet. Ander leaned forward so as to avoid falling backwards as his Pact Mate rose. He folded the papers in his hands into a small square and tucked it into his back pocket, rising to his own feet as he did so. Fidel turned to look down at him and sat on his hind legs so as to allow him to climb on. Ander did so without delay, climbing up on the smooth, golden scales and crouching slightly with his toes wedged between Fidel's wing joints. The dragon spread his wings, the razors sliding together with an audible slicing sound as he launched himself into the sky.

Their bodies moved through the air as if synchronized; Ander feeling the movement of Fidel's wings and adjusting to remain standing, his pale gray, almost white eyes staring out as the pair made their way towards the main halls, and therefore much closer to the cafeteria. The announcement had not missed their ears, and they hadn't eaten in hours. Literally. Being in the habit of getting up before dawn and training themselves, it was hard to sleep in. Even on days when they weren't needed to do anything. Just drop me off. I'm sure you can find something to eat out by the stables. Ander thought, pressing down lightly on Fidel's right wing to ask him to dip down towards the crowd already growing outside the cafeteria. Of course, being a professor, he would be able to just slide past the masses of students and worm his way into the front. Sure. I'll find something. Though you know I want some-- Fresh sweet cream. Of course. I'll get your customary two buckets.

Fidel's mouth curled up in a small smile as he dipped down, dropping into a straight dive and feeling Ander respond accordingly. He struck out his wings at the last moment, careful not to pull out too closely to any of the students milling about. They didn't need any decapitations or other mortal wounds on their first day. That would be somewhat unfortunate. Ander slid from his back before the dragon had touched the ground, alighting on the grass with his knees bent. His unseeing eyes scanned the crowd, finding the door and sighing slightly at the size of the pulsing red mass of bodies that were currently swarming to get inside. I'll see you in about fifteen minutes. he thought, his tone rather sullen despite the fact that he hadn't voiced the words. Fidel smiled again and nudged the boy with his knee as a silent thank you before taking off into the sky again and soaring over the roofs of the dormitories and the cafeteria to make his way over to the stables. They would have food for him there.

Ander, meanwhile, was stuck facing the masses of teenagers. He sighed again and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He wanted to stand there and wait and see if it thinned out, despite the fact that he knew it wouldn't. Ugh.