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Masaru nodded silently, considering Faudi's words. As usual, it took him a while to respond - except in emergencies, he liked to consider the consequences of what he was about to say before saying it. He avoided a lot of nasty conflicts that way.

"We will see what happens, with Shikeio," he whispered, brushing a strand of dark hair out of his face. He glanced out onto the grounds once more, watching the trees sway in the breeze. The prefects were out there, somewhere, likely rounding up Day Class fan-girls who had strayed from their normal path. Humans could be foolish sometimes, no matter how fascinating they were to watch, to raise. Perhaps it had something to do with their utter lack of experience. When eighty years was old, a species did not get the chance to learn very much.

And yet... sometimes Masaru thought it might force them to learn more. His own kind, it seemed, had grown stagnant. Too comfortable. With a quiet sigh, Masaru returned to the conversation.

"The boy will become a problem, soon enough," he observed. "We will deal with him then. For now, let him exist as he is happy to exist. He will only become more dangerous in a situation where he is not comfortable."

The conversation came to a close - as usual, Masaru ignored Faudi's jokes about dealing with the prefect. He felt it was better not to let her get a rise out of him. If even the resident Pureblood argued with her, fed into her attempts, nothing would ever get the mischievous girl to stop. That simply would not do. He did need to be able to control her from time to time. As such, rather than rebuking her for her suggestions, he continued onto the next subject.

"That is most certainly what we do, Hanone and I," he murmured, giving her a small, quiet smile. "Unfortunately, the job becomes increasingly more difficult."