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He took a quiet sip of his coffee. One hand held the mug, the other was folded in the small of his back. Keen golden-brown eyes cast a piercing gaze from behind golden halfmoon glasses, and his brown hair matched his brown morning coat.

The Headmaster took a quiet look at his watch. He had a while before the meds wore off. Long enough to attempt and help a student.

He took a step closer.

"Miss Mizuki Rowan, I believe?"
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[/i] He could feel it inside of her, and the thought gave him a hint of enjoyment. As a rule, while he was not malign, he could not help but delight in the response he evoked in others.

"Yes, I am Mizuki Rowan. I'm sorry if I bothered
you on this fine morning, headmaster."

His free hand waived it away dismissively. "A pupil of mine is never a disturbance."

He raised an eyebrow at her continued timidness. "Remarkable how a girl such as yourself can be at once so talented and so uncertain."

She glanced down at the Nemisi, who was staring evenly back at the Headmaster. He turned to the Mistling with a curious look, bending over at the waist to look the canine evenly in the eyes. Behind the shrewd quickness there was a wall of cold iron, as if the Headmaster was simply closed after a certain point.

"Well, aren't you a brave one. Or perhaps you have simply never seen me angry." A dark smirk flickered across his face.

Standing up, he  turned to look outside, eyes distant for a moment as a warm breeze trickled through the air. "Perhaps you would like to step outside and tell me of your worries, Miss Rowan." He looked downward, once again fixing her in his gaze. "Your faithful companion may come as well." He smiled, and this time, it showed the faintest hint of warmth. "I am, after all, here to assist the students of the Academy."

Without waiting for a response, he stepped around the two and strode out into the morning sunshine.
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[/i] He smiled thinly.

"Yes, please. If, you don't mind. I'm sure you have more important things to bother with, but if you'd really like... OK. I think I'm going to put Krasin away. He needs a break, whether he knows it or not."

The Headmaster made no reply, striding up to the edge of the mote and standing with his toes but a few inches from it, letting the breeze caress his face as he sipped his coffee. 

"You see... I've never been socially graced. This is my fourth year here, and I barely know the names of my peers. I have completely focused on school work during the entirety of my stay. Though, I am lonely. I wish to meet them, talk to them... But I'm not sure how. I'm not sure that all of them know me. Or know of my existence."

"They know of you. It's hard to go completely unnoticed intentionally, let alone become invisible unintentionally." He cast a glance at her over his shoulder.

"I am no particularly social person, but everyone feels the tug of loneliness. You've staved it off with creating a companion in a beast, but that is often not enough for the neediness of the human mind."

He took a thoughtful sip of his coffee. "Neither am I an expert problem solver... but tell me, Miss Rowan." He turned to face her. "You know these hallways well; you've traversed them from classes for four years. You know your arts well; you have a faithful companion in a beast that would normally seek to kill you. You know this place--why not help someone who doesn't?"

He stepped away from the edge, bending over to look her in the eyes at her height. "It's the start of a new year. Why not a new start for you? Thus so far, you've focused on yourself in order to help humanity. Why not focus on helping others to facilitate the process on a much larger scale?"

He paused a moment, taking a sip of his coffee. It smelled strongly of vanilla, the same scent that clung to him. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is that there are many new First Years in this particular class. I'm certain the buddy club would be more than joyful to have someone such as yourself at hand to assist a First Year. If I give you the information to contact their leader, would you go?"
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