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                  … what the hell did i do?                                  the thought haunts the explode and her tongue almost betrays her,      she honestly can not tell how she managed to say it out loud, for the grandmaster’s     presence alone always acts as a trigger itself, awakening her mind from its slumber     causing tension to build itself up from the depths. any individual could see– the ‘e’ is      struggling not to let nervousness get the better of her;; it’s always like that. whenever      he was around or asked for something, or even said something ( it did not matter if it      was of great importance or not ), the sternritter felt small, her stomach held in a tight      knot–—- fear, hesitation, or something else, she can not quite define. all she knows is      that haschwalth stands far above her, a deity– yes, the ‘b’ had often been seen as such.                       & when you cross paths with someone like this, you do not question.                                                                          NO.                                                   you do not raise your voice.                                                                      you do not fight.                                                                             you OBEY.                 it’s too quiet.                          she dare not move. his piercing gaze is like a cold wave– it cuts through her,                          to the extent of making the woman’s whole body stiffen, and oh, her feet are                          rooted in place. this could be interpreted as a simple warning— but she knows                          better. this’s an order. no distractions, no games. this time, basterbine knows he                          is being serious. or more specifically, she chooses to accept his ‘advice’.

“gettin’ a little too demanding, aren’t we?”              bambietta’s careful with what she has to say. at least, she thinks she is.              the desire to prolong the conversation is absent, for this is a dangerous              line. she just wants to leave his presence, to take time for herself and              dissolve the lump that had formed in her throat. even though he had the              right, she did not like being ordered around like that– treated and seen as              a reckless child, who would ruin things at the first opportunity. she might              be wrong, who knows– who the hell on earth would be able to know what              was going through the mind of this man? 

                                               she’d rather not think about it. 

       “yeah, yeah, yeaaaaah—–                 i know what you’re expecting of me. no worries, blondie.                      & i know exactly what i can and what i can not do.                  just like what i will and I will not do! no need to watch me                        or something like that. oh, i’ll behave, haschwalth…

  When she first received the order to leave, the ‘E’ was aware that she would not go alone. At least, that was what the situation seemed to be-- or rather, what Bambietta thought it to be. Undeniably she wanted it to be the former, so that the Quincy would have absolutely no reason to worry about minor details, nor about what she would have to do initially. No, it was far from being something related to laziness itself. That was all about practicality. Two heads thinking together are better than one, after all. But-- in all honesty, it would be beneficial to her, in a way. It was not like Basterbine was fond of the whole idea of spending long periods of time deciphering puzzles. Definitely, this was for someone of his caliber. 

  Wandering around, it was pretty clear that irritation was scorching her nerves;; the situation in which she found herself was becoming annoying. The girl was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by faces she'd never seen before, following orders she did not have full knowledge about. What could be worse than that? It was like walking in the dark without having the chance to find a source that could provide light. At the core of her being, frustration burned fierce-- she felt powerless. 

                                              Until the moment she noticed his presence.  

          “Hey---” 

   In order to get his attention, even with the considerable distance, her voice would be raised-- there was not one ounce of hesitation, not even when the Explode quickened her steps;; an extremely childish behavior, which certainly should not be displayed to a superior-- but here, barely able to maintain a firm line of thought due to recent events, she would not be the one to care. 

                                       “Oi, Oi, Oi, Oi, Oi-----                                                     Haschwalth! Haschwalth!                                                                                 HASCHWALTH!!!”

Excellent! Welcome, Jugram-sensei- we’ve been waiting for you. Here’re your school details, as promised;

Job: German Literature and Language lecturer (University)

House: 1C-A

Roommate: n/a

Very well. We understand. Dropped for you. We wish you all the best with school, Jugram-mun!

Done!