VI. Track [Monday, Early Morning]

[Blair] :: Blair has only been in the school for all about three days and already, it’s been stressful. Well, what else would you call finding out that your very angry ex-partner works in the same school as you do? It was positively traumatizing! Not because Maddox did work here but because his attitude and whole demeanour towards her just stung and it hurt. Now, on top of her herbology classes, she’s been asked to take on some of the P.E lessons. Blair had agreed, of course but she had left very little time to plan for her first lesson. Blair sighs, feeling disorganized with this chaos that is her life at the moment. She hadn’t taught one single class yet and naturally, she’s a bit… nervous at how well received she would be by her students. Perhaps, it’s best then that Blair should seek out the other PE teacher to ascertain just what needs to be done. Physical Education is not her specialist subject and she could really use some help. She garners the information she needs to seek out this particular individual and off she goes on her first foray into the castle, heading towards the P.E department. What is wearing? A very teacher like get up. Black dress pants, black court shoes and a short sleeved button up red shirt. Hair is pinned up… blah blah, you get it.::

Drake had been spending the better part of a month finishing up the catalog systems to the library, and was pleased with the way things were starting to look. His hard work paying off, the library was quiet this morning, all the books already put back from turn-in. He had recieved a small shipment of books that were for the Metamorphosis class. Thustly, he had set out from his library sactuary to deliver the news of their arrival to the appropriate teacher. He stepped out, dressed much like one would expect a librarian to be wearing. A black swatervest, a white shirt beneith. He had forgone a tie today, leaving the collar open. Black slacks and well worn black shoes tapped down the halls towards the classroom area. He pressed his glasses up on his nose as he checked over his paperwork as he went. Arriving in the classroom area, he finds that the classroom the books are destined for was empty. Then he recalled that the teacher was also the Physical Education teacher. He turned on heal to head towards fields, as the school did not have a gym, as it were. As he walked, he noticed another figure tapping down the hall. He had been urged to be more social outside the library by the headmaster, of course, after all the work he had done there. He cleared his throat and took a few long strides to catch up to the teacher. "Hello... Um, Dr. Grimm, librarian. I don't think I have seen you about." He spoke, seeming a bit unpracticed at introducing himself. He switched his paperwork to the other hand, and held it out for her to take. If she did, he would be gentle in his grip, but his hands showed the possibility of being much stronger. Large books and high shelves had not left him a puny man. He was strong beneith his unassuming sweatervest and his jaw a strong angle under the guise of his spectacles.

[Xander] Well, first of all, one would never find Xander in the PE department. The athletic man he was, he was out on the track, running his morning laps. Like every other morning, the school's Alpha had a routine. Run, showers, then the school day. Having been here for a number of years, anyone could have told Blair where to find him. Well, if they were feeling helpful. If not they'd send her to the PE department, in which case there was an incredibly old note stapled to the door that stated, depending upon what time it was, where he could be found. If she followed that, well, she'd find herself at the track. And he'd slow as he noticed her, coming to a halt with his chest heaving a little and sweat soaking his underarmor shirt. His hair, soaked as well, clung to his head until he put his fingers through it, shaking some of the sweat from it, "The new teacher, right? Blair?" As acute as his senses were he knew she was a were and he offered her his hand, "Xander, Metamorphosis and Phys. Ed." He pulled in deep breaths through his nose, breathing out through his mouth to calm his racing heart. Once she shook his hand he'd place both of his own on his hips, "So what can I do for you?" He'd look at the man who would no doubt arrive with her and arched a brow, "Well aren't I the popular one today? What do you need?"

[Blair] ::: Well, yes, whoever had told her that Xander could be found in the PE department had only been listening with half an ear. The blonde starts making her way out onto the tracks, only to be intercepted along the way. She turns to the distraction, a brow quirking at the librarian who introduces himself. A soft smile is offered in return as one hand shifts to balance paperwork in the other, mirroring Drake’s previous action as she shook his hand. “Hello. Professor Blair. I’m… well, new at the school.” The introduction is given with a reason why she seems to be unfamiliar. “Sorry, Doctor, I’m a little busy right now. Do you mind if we walk and talk at the same time?” The question is posed while she adjusts the stack of paperwork again, releasing his hand as she begins to walk away. She throws a questioning look over her shoulder at Drake. The man could follow or he could stay but working in such a short time frame meant that Blair had no time to stand still for idle conversation. She was supposed to be teaching her first class today. Maybe she comes off as a little rude and stand offish? It wouldn’t be long before she’s out on the tracks, watching the other run his laps. It made her want to run. Not on two legs but on four, to feel the earth beneath her feet as a wolf. School rules are clear though and Blair had to abide by them. Clearly, Xander had noticed her and she watches him come to a stop. The confirmation to his question is given with a nod. “Yes, that’s right.” Blair replies with a smile. A brow quirks at the further inquiry as she takes his offered hand and shakes it. “I’m under the impression that I’m taking some of your classes?” A question answered with a question. Head tilts to the side with curiosity as she continues speaking. “You probably already been told that PE is not my primary subject. I was just wondering if you had lesson plans for your students or if there’s anything I should know?” Blair asks, eyes laying on his form as she a reply.::

Drake would return the polite, business smile that she offered, his own not quite reaching his deep frest green eyes. "Nice to meet you Professor Blair. And I would indeed. Im on my way too actually, to catch the metamorphosis professor, Blaze." He joined her in step, and though most might think her cold or standoffish, he would just assume it was the normal, after all, it was Britan, place for such personalities. He joined her on the walk to the track, exchanging small pleasentries, but mostly quiet. He was not much of a talker. He arrived with her on the track, and almost felt the air thicken with her eyes widening to see the man running. Drake didn't have the same reaction. He might should the man be swimming laps, feeling the want to swim, but not run. He was awkward enough as it was on his legs. Running, he was sure, would make him look like a duffus. He looked down and to the side as he was noticed, more so that he had accompanied the other professor, than for the fact he had come there of his own reasons. He waited his turn, ladies first afterall. it struck him as odd. She would be standoffish, in the British sense, which usually meant the person was well mannered and polite, but it seemed his assumtion was wrong. He none the less remained silently by. When he was addressed or there was a pause in his favor, he would speak, "Dr. Grimm, Librarian." He would introduce himself, "Some text books came in for your metamorphosis class. I needed to know if you want them catalogued and put on the shelf for check out, or if they were for exclusive classroom use, and to be stored there..." He spoke elequently, short, and to the point. He was not a particular morning person, and he had much more work to be done in the library that day, so he didn't look to doddle out on the field.

[Lara] She had risen at an ungodly hour as per usual, a trait she had come accustomed to since beginning her greatly altered lifestyle within the walls of Hecate. It certainly wasn't mandatory for her to wake so early, and yet, the pampered French belle did, without fail, every single morn'. Prone to a sprint about the track before breakfast, one would find her clad in her standard issue Physical Education uniform. All the more sensible, for the opening class she would have this day, was indeed the General Academics subject that required such a garb. Form fitting shorts in navy snaked about the curve of her hips and pert rear – a tailor in France paid expensively for her outlandish demands, when it came to the alteration of the uniform that was never intended to be worn so prettily. An equally trim shirt found itself about her slim torso, revealing a finger's breadth of bare flesh at the girls midriff, and stretching perhaps a little too inappropriately at the swell of her bust. But, the few Professor's to see her in such an inappropriate version of their uniform, were yet to make a formal complaint. Wear it, she would. Sneaker clad feet carried the graceful Siren toward the track that she sometimes tread. It was often, even after the events of last year, that she took her run for the outer-grounds, about the edge of the Forest and Loch. Today though, the track was her choice. Already having warmed her limbs with a few limber stretches, the belle with the high, brunette ponytail eased into a slow jog. Lean muscle found itself beneath the thin, yet femininely curved form of the teen – muscle, that saw as quite the athlete. Surely, she was no Mila; the Durusball great, and Australian, but Lara was a swift little thing, and surely was amongst the fittest of her class, at least. Sprinting, she enjoyed. Even the slow, steady rhythm of cross-country marathons. It eased her mind, and all could be done in the company of a Professor that had quickly become her Mentor. On days when she chose the track, she was well used to their running being a dual affair. They never ran side by side, but hearing his thudding behind her pushed the French belle to greater strengths. Competitive, companionable in a Coaching way. A frown found her lips as she noticed the presence of two other professors. Never one to be unsociable, the brunette slowed her step as she came upon them, but kept to a walk as they did. Her cheeks were becomingly colored, lips red against the chill, of the early hour. “Good Morning Professor Blaze, Blair. Doctor Von Grimm.” She had seen the Librarian about for a while now, and thoug Blair was a newer face – all new teachers were introduced to the student body, their first dinnerat Hecate.

[Xander] His arched brow showed his confusion at her question, then when she went on to further questions his brows knit before he nodded in sudden understanding, "Ah, that. Okay, I understand. I told the headmaster that I had a few special events planned and that I needed more pairs of eyes. Like there's something I have planned coming up. It's a game of capture the flag with powers allowed. The entire sixth year class versus the entire fifth year class. I'll need as many pairs of eyes I can get to control them all and make sure nothing lethal happens." His gaze shifted to Drake and frowned, "Textbooks? What would a werewolf learn about his beast from a book? Burn them for all I care. Metamorphosis is a hands on kind of class, and textbooks would only hinder my efforts to make these kids control themselves." He shook his head a little, "I mean honestly, there isn't a werewolf alive who knows his beast better than me, or knows how to control it better than me." It was true. He was the only werewolf he had met that retained his mind during a full moon shift. All the others, well, they could only manage to keep away from people during the full moon so as not to kill anyone. He looked back to Blair, "So, you up for it? Making sure no one dies during the game? You'd be doing me a huge favor." He would also want a healer mage around, but all he had to do was ask one of the nurses, really. But anyone who used lethal tactics would suffer for it. He might not be as sadistic as Fritzl or Dryke, but he was still a deft hand with a whip. His head turned to see one of his favorite students approaching and his lips quirked in a little grin, "Locke. Start your run if you like. Don't mind us."

[Blair] ::: Blonde head turns and peers at the student that had greeted her. “Hello, Miss Locke, I presume?” Blair asks the girl, having heard Xander speak the girl’s name. Attention is afforded back to the man as he starts telling of his plans. She nods at him. “I can certainly do that.” She agrees. It’s then that the answer that Drake so desires is given about what to do with the books. A brow quirks at Xander’s curt answer to the librarian. Blair believes him to be a little boastful but then again, there’s nothing wrong with being sure of your abilities. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Professor.” She cuts in quietly through his speech of control and the like. That brow is still lofted in place as a mischievous little grin curls on the corner of her lips. Eyes flutter about his form to drift to lock into his own gaze. Her expression, although not aggressive or harsh is unfaltering as she holds her ground. There’s just that hint of a challenge held to him in her demeanour as she grins at him. Oh my.::

Auron had not had a good St. Patrick's day. Not good, as in terrible and painful. He blinked and his body felt like it had been through a giantsized blender. He opened his eyes, and the scent of grass and dirt, and old coppery blood filled his nose. He winced as he moved his arms up to push his body up off the grass. After a vicious fight, he had taken his bloodied "buddies" out of the forest, and "Meth Lab" and thustly, the shifter jocks had taken out their beating on him. And thustly after that, left him in the field while they drunkly wandered back to their dorms, leaving him in the small clearing, not too far off fromthe track. "Ah..." He winced as he got to his hands and knees, then sitting back on his knees, held his ribs. Dried blood soaked the front of his previously white shirt combined with the dirt and grass stains. "Bloody bitch..." He winced out, his brown blond hair sticking up as he steadily tried to get to his feet, only to stumble back to one knee. His lip was split, aw well as his brow, blood having almost caked over his bright blue eye, leaving the red one still open and glaring painfully. He looked out in the early morning, seeing, someones? Some kind of figures a ways off. His mind struggled to catch up to his pained body. The track. He is near the track, he finally realizes and weakly tried to call out. No avail. It come out as little more than a winced, gruff sound. Though, he hoped that if one of whomever the blurry figures were perhaps were a were, they might smell him. He huffed out a breath and bit his already split lip, still attempting to stumble over. "Hey--- He... Hey!" He tried to call out.

Drake nodded as the teacher made his wishes known about the books. "I will place them in the library then. I suppose if any of your students wish to read 'History of Famed Weres", they may check it out from there." He said simply, jotting down the note in his paperwork when he heard a younger, female voice address him. He looked up from behind his barely-there spectacles and saw the girl. He cleared his throat, seeing her... questionable uniform, but he was not one to address such a thing. "Good morning miss." He said simply, giving her a nod, and then turning to the others, "If that is all, I think I will head back into the building now. If you change your mind Professor Blaze, please let me know." He gave them a polite nod, and turned to leave unless something else happened.

[Lara] Striking orbs of emerald met the Blair's gaze, all confidence and respectful, polite regard. Her head took to a nod, another of those well mannered smiles painting itself in a winning fashion about ruby red lips, “Oui.” Lara had caught the end of their conversation as – introduced a few dinners past, the Siren knew full well that this ripe Professor was not only instructing Herbology, but also a few Physical Education classes. Not hers, though. The brunette was a student of Xander's, and a most troublesome one at that. There was no forgetting the stripes on her back, despite their disappearance, when it came to a 'friendly' game of Soccer, played with Casting allowed and the most unfortunate expenses an opponent’s face had taken at the hands of Lara. Spitfire, this 'un. Drake was of course given a glance in farewell, but her eyes were on Xander and the other. She seemed almost as though she wished to stay with them, and yet, did not. “Sure,” spoken to her Professor's suggestion and with that, the belle was turning nimbly on her limber heel and jolting back into a jog that quickly found itself a sprint. Without as keen a nose or ear as the others, she was indeed a long way off before hearing anything of the student ailing and in desperate need of immediate medical attention. No, the brunette continued morning run prior to classes and – once the time grew late enough, entered the Main Hall still in uniform and began her breakfast. On the Magnus table, mind. After breakfast she was to have Physical Education in which her Sixth year class was to battle Blair's Fifth years in a game of Capture the Flag. Competitive to a fault, Lara was excited for what was to come.

[Xander] The woman's gaze was met with a shaken head. Most weres that he had taught had no idea the kind of control he had on a full moon. The man could sit in a chair and drink tea on a full moon if he wanted. He could hold a conversation if his tongue wasn't constantly in danger of being bitten when speaking english in were form. He folded his arms over his chest, "You might think you've got total control on a full moon, but I doubt it's as total as mine. But believe what you want." He shrugged at Drake's response, "What they read is their business, I suppose. I never was one for reading. But don't hold your breath waiting for me to change my mind." He turned his face upward as the morning breeze picked up and he frowned. His nose twitched, nostrils flaring as his head turned upwind. There was someone else out there with the scent of blood on them. His body turned and he glanced back at the two teachers, one leaving and the other not, "One of you run and get a healer mage. Now." He ran to the fence, vaulting over it and running the Auron's direction. The blood might be old and dried, but even so it still gave off a faint scent, a scent his nose could pick out from miles away. He dashed into the trees, following his nose until he came upon the near-dead boy, "What the fuck. . ."

[Blair] ::: Acute sense of hearing picks up the sounds of a muffled cry. Head turns and it’s then that Blair catches the scent of blood. She drops her papers, sprinting off in the middle of Xander’s reply as ears and nose lead her to the injured student. It wouldn’t take her long to find Auron at all, getting there before Xander even had a chance to draw breath and blink again to see where she had gone. It’d be left for Drake to fetch the healer now. A werewolf is a natural athlete. It’s these attributes that had allowed her to clear the field and fence with ease. It wouldn’t take long for Xander to catch up with her. “Language, professor.” Blair chides him mildly as she crouches down beside Auron. Hands make their way to roll him over onto his back and feel his for his carotid pulse. “He’s alive.” Blair informs the other simply, looking up at him. A brow quirks then. “He’s still breathing. So that’s good. We need to get him inside. It’s freezing out here.” She turns her attention back to Auron. “Can you stand up, sweetheart or are we going to have to carry you?” She asks him gently. Blair isn’t interested in how he had gain such awful injuries although, she could hazard a guess. The woman is not a fool. The rest of the details could be garnered later.::

Drake nodded as he started on hia way back, only to feel the very palitable tension fill the air, and he turned his green orbs back towards the two who had taken off across the field. It in turn turned him into the one who would be off to get the healer. He started to run, suprisingly, better at it than he would have expected. He rushed on his way, across the field and to the enterance of the castle, to find Phaeble or at least some nurse to come help.

Auron saw people coming. Holy. Thank. God. He said, not able to keep up on his knees, and he flopped onto his face. He heard first a gruff voice. The fuck. "I've been called... worse..." He mumbled into the damp grass. His lip stinging at the movement. He was cold for hours before, but he was just numb now. "As much as- I wish teh latter mam..." He said, about his still being alive. "If- If I could mam... I would..." He said again, about him standing. He winced and held in a cry as he was flipped over, and he tried to open both his eyes to look up at whomever the lady was. Even beaten, he was still a very pretty young man, fair, pale skin dashed with vibrant scarlett. Her voice was nice, and he tried to offer her a small smile. "I'm a bit-Gah..." His thick irish accent was cut off as a thrumb of pain shuttled its way through his chest, around his ribbs. He couln't even shiver anymore without pain. "-I-I'm-" He couldn't finish the sentence without hucking in another breath in pain.

[Xander] Xander grunted a little when she chided him for his language, "We're really not going to get along if you try and tell me how to speak." But it was clear that this was not the first student he had found on the school ground's near death. He had also found Lara out on the parctice fields at death's door the night after the Masque. He moved around to Auron's other side and slid his arms under the boy, one arm under his legs, the other under his back and as he lifted the young man up he shook his head at Blair, "Thank you Captain Obvious." Definitely not his first rodeo if he talked to her like that. But he'd seen this before. Every new teacher wanted to display how capable they were of handling dramatic situation by taking charge. Well, as a werewolf, Xander didn't much like other weres trying to take charge. The established order of things would get upset and, well, so would he. He turned with the young man and began running in a smooth, loping gait which was equally fast, but it would jostle the boy about less than a sprint or a jog. He headed for the castle, hoping Drake would at least bring the healer to the front steps so the young man could be healed sooner rather than later. The sooner he was healed, the sooner he could walk himself into a warm bed.

[Blair] ::: Wolves will be wolves. Everyone wants to be top dog. Can’t defy nature of the beast. Blair couldn’t care any less if Xander got upset. He’ll just have to pull up his big boy pants and deal with it. Contrary to the opinion that she was trying compete in an one-upmanship, Blair is just really doing her job as a teacher. “I’m sure, Professor but perhaps we could discuss this later, eh?” There she goes with that gracious smile as grey hues fix on him. Attention fixes back on Auron and Xander’s rather sarcastic reply is heard. “You’re much welcome, Professor Blaze.” Blair tells him pleasantly. Oh two can play this game. They’ll get on just fine. With one equally as sarcastic as the next… or if not… something about opposites attract? Not necessarily in the romantic way. They can keep each other on their toes, right? She only watches Xander go about his business and take the boy up the castle. “Well.” She mutters, standing up to dust herself down and follow suit.::

Auron :winced and bit down on his already split lip to avoid yelling out. He was small, frail, Pretty boy, but damnit, he had his pride. And he wouldn't cry out like a baby. "Aye Cap..." He mumbled inperceptably, and quite delusionally. His head lolled back as he was carried, his one good eye seeing the lady professor standing up, "Ah There'ah be a bonnie lass..." His Irish thick with a fat lip might not even be able to be understood. He then looked up at the fellah that carried him. "Eyah... Softeh step ya are...Im pleanty a glad of yeh, but mah shoulder is neere in-in- Well it's ah outta socket, an-" He winced, again, styfling himself, "An ye are grippin' meh a bit... tie there..." He said, motioning his head as best he could to where the large man held his shoulder. It was a crazy matter that he was still even conscious. But he supposed one can pass out only soo much from pain before his body started fighting to keep conciousness.

Drake would indeed have caught the attentions of some nurses as he ran in, huffing and puffing, yelling about a downed student. They would rush out the door, past the huffing librarian, and down to meet the oncoming professor and said injured kid.