Sarcus regarded the guard coolly, unconsciously trying to accent his slightly greater height. He winced from the pain in his leg. Seems nice enough, though when it comes to teachers and the like, you never know from first impressions. "Thank you for advising my, uh, friend here. He's got a few issues with controlling his Pokemon in general." He stiffened a bit when he heard his parting words, feeling slightly patronized. Relax, he told himself. He's just trying to be nice, and you're already in a bad mood. Control your ego. Sarcus shuffled to class, limping slightly. Correction: dead before Saturday. This is going to be a frustrating day. He settled down in his typical seat, sodden and thoroughly annoyed already.