Headmaster Trent suspected that there was rain coming and that they'd finish their activity before it came. Noah glanced up at the sky, taking in the purple-y hue once more. That didn't sit well with him. Nope. Not one bit.

He let Islay happen. Yep, the fifteen year old boy just accepted the hair ruffle as it happen. It wasn't a big deal so he just let it happen. Eyes flicked to Islay again as she discussed the weather and a smirk appeared on his lips. "Oh yes..." he nodded before pausing, glancing up at the sky again, before the boy got lost in his thoughts once more.

Noah noticed when Aboli walked over. He offered her a smile immediately but she didn't come join them. Biting his lip, he noticed how she had her arms folded and was in.. .somewhat... of a sour mood? Huh..? He wondered what was wrong and hoped to have been able to catch her gaze before the competition started.

However, he was too late. Trent was already addressing the entire group. Friendly competition, good games, good music? Hmm.. Noah listened to the Headmaster and paused when the Headmaster asked them to stand arm's length apart before he proceeded to stretch. Ok so first jazzcise thing... and now this? Though stretching was probably a good thing. The boy followed the Headmaster's lead, leaning into each stretch as far as he could go.