Whhhhyyyyy was the Professor looking at her so skeptically? Did she have something on her head? On her face? While he looked about weirdly, Amur patted her face down. She couldn't tell if she did have anything, and she was about to turn to the Sour Faced Girl beside her to ask, when the Professor spoke.

Oh. So he was just finding his tongue. That was fine. Her answer was just that awesome. She grinned at the man.

And then started frowning. Why? The simple truth of the matter was that the Professor was admitting that the dueling club would not be real life like. Which meant they were developing poor dueling skills that would put them at risk when they actually went to duel. Bad idea, Professor. Bad idea.

Buuuuuuut brownie points were kept on account of the man having an activity planned. Amur was up and on her feet, debating which way (or corner) to bolt to when she heard her name loud and clear. A grin broke free and she looked down at Sour Face. "I'm going over there. Your free to join us if you want."

And with no more ado, Amur jogged over to little Jaemin and errrrr, oh hello Head Boy. And a few others she didn't know. Cue awkward wave.

Now, was it groups of four or four groups? Still, she inched in beside Jaemin and nudged his shoulder. "Attacker reporting for duty."

Cause heh. She was about to show Mr. Professor how useful dragons could really be. Which meant, she needed something. Leaning over, she cupped her hand over Jaemin's ear and whispered. "I may need to borrow a shoe or two."