Caleum was just about to speak when two dancing chicks made their way towards the table. Now, as odd as this school year had been, nothing compared to the dancing females that stood before them. One of the girls he recognized from the classroom incident. "Ahem," he said clearing his throat to Mia. "There will be no skipping during the end of the term feast. Do I make myself clear on the matter?" His eyes ventured upwards without a smile.