Snippet #2418799

Infirmary
1325 - 1330

There was no answer for almost a minute. Sarah took a try then, knocking lightly at the cabinet door and also adopting a reassuring tone. Hers sounded more effective than Matt's; the boy watched the cupboard intently for signs of movement, ears alert for sound. He glanced fleetingly at Sarah at mention of his name. Under normal circumstances, he would not be opposed to fetching them something to eat, but here - especially after whatever had happened in his room - he didn't want to go anywhere alone.

When there remained no response, Sarah tentatively opened the cupboard a crack, her voice maintained calm and soothing. As the light crept in, movement inside shuddered away from it. Finally, Jack's voice murmured from the cupboard. Matt perked up immediately, studying everything he could see from the crack in the cabinet door. If he had had a tail at that moment, it likely would have wagged. Sarah crept into the cupboard, coiling into a crouch so she would fit, hugging Jack closer and beginning to hum. Matt watched them with a light expression, convinced Sarah could make their friend feel better. He did turn to raise his head and gaze around the infirmary warily, though, still aware that they may have been somewhere they were not supposed to be and should probably move as soon as Jack was capable.


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Residential Hall
1320 - 1330

Devan only paused to glance back at a sudden ruckus that sounded like somebody being tackled. His gaze quickly came to rest on the pile of people on the floor that included Aveline and the stranger. Nothing to bother getting involved in. Much better that guy than himself. He was just about to turn to resume heading for the dining hall when his attention darted up to where a short shout came from - Xavier appeared from one of the hallways.

The boy's gaze narrowed darkly. He wouldn't mind another fight with the other boy without weapons involved. No scalpels or hospital stands. Or interference, for that matter. But with the group Xavier was now gathered around, Aveline in particular, Devan was cautious of approaching. He was not sure what the stranger's capabilities were yet, either, besides apparently being able to see with eyes that looked more or less 100% blind.

His appetite for food persisting over his appetite for conflict for now, Devan turned away to continue toward the dining hall. He barely glanced at the small Japanese girl who appeared to shrink at his passing by, as if trying to make herself less noticeable; it was a response to his presence that Devan was not unaccustomed to. When he reached the dining room door, it was still shut, and upon testing it, he found it was still locked. There must be a little while longer before lunch. The bottom of his stomach seemed to sift unhappily, and he set a hand on it as discomfort ghosted through his features in answer. The boy leaned against the wall beside the door to wait. His gaze kept active, drifting and flickering around cautiously.