Calder had been scheming for some time, and the more he thought about it, the more he had started to refine the plan. When he first took Professor Tailor's class, he had been hopeful of being able to change into his other kelpie form. Now he knew of other benefits the class could offer him. Despite how difficult it had been to get rid of the Spirit Gum from their first class, he had asked his questions when the first bud of his idea started to poke from the soil of his imagination – and what rich and fertile soil that was. He asked questions that probably were only seen as general interest to the professor, but oh, how he should have rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

Things were falling in place, and he saw a way to get the one thing he wanted most at the moment. Alabaster.

He scouted the area out first several times, and noticed when, late at night, the hallways were deserted and the gnomes weren't particularly alert. That didn't mean there might be some in disguise, so he caught some ripe fish and threw them in some toilets, hoping it would distract at least some of them away from the classrooms.

Now he wasn't the seankest of fellows. No. Clopping as you walked didn't really mark you as spy material, but tying some cloth about his hooves softened the sound considerably as he slowly trotted over to the classroom door of Forms and Faces class. Looking about, he dug into his pocket. Not for a bobby pin or a stolen key from the teacher's office. No. He pulled out a leech. Fester. His most trusted friend.

"Do me proud, buddy." He whispered, and slid the fat leech under the door. Then he waited. It took some time, but eventually the leech managed to slither it's way up the door and use it's weight to pop the handle down. At least having fact leeches serves for something at times – though he felt he might have to put them all on a diet at some point. For now, it actually worked in his favor. Smiling, Calder stepped in, shutting the door behind him as softly as possible and retrieving his slimy friend from the door handle. "Good job. You get primo biting rights for a month." Even if he'd probably get sick from it, but sacrifices had to be made – though he'd have to push off that diet idea. It was a wonder the pudgy leech managed to slip under the door.

Looking about, he moved through the empty classroom, fearful that taking a light might alert any gnomes, but after smacking into a chair and nearly falling over, he conceded he'd spend more time not finding what it was in the dark than getting some help. It was a good thing he came prepared. Messing about in his pockets, he pulled out his bomb pet, who flickered and looked rather annoyed to be smoldering in his pocket. It didn't help that his clothes were usually wet and the creature liked fresh air. It was a wonder it didn't catch him on fire out of spite or just get sick. "Sorry." He said to the blue flame, who danced on his arm and left little scorch marks on the fabric. It was a good thing he didn't care about his clothes.

Looking about, he found a small book and held it out for the flame to sit on, not at all wanting to hold it for too long (3rd degrees burns much?), and walked about. After some looking, he found what he needed. Pressed in the back were the stacks of make-up kits he had used in the last Forms and Faces class. While he had first hated the sight of them, against the idea of makeup, their potential had sparked a devious idea before the class was through. He had plans. Big plans. Great, amazing, romantic plans.
Looking about, he opened several, checking them to make sure they were well stocked. Perfect. They were already set for another class, and he grinned. He took two, not sure about how much he would need, but wanting to be safe, and tucked them under his arm. Then to be extra sure, he took another. Three should do it – just in case he needed to do this again and again and again. He hoped so, and he didn't want to come to this class again. Then, after he was sure he wooed his darling, he wouldn't need them at all. That was his plan at least.

Smiling, he moved to the door, opening it to peek out. When the coast appeared clear, he slipped the flame back into his pocket. Setting the book down, he took Fester and placed him on his head, and then stepped out. He shut the door quickly but softly, and winced as he heard it lock – rather loudly. He kept his voice hushed a moment, breathing stopped, before he breathed out again when he didn't hear the pitter patter of gnome footsteps.

Mission complete. Oh, dearest. His love. Sleep well tonight. The stallion you have been waiting for was coming soon.