It would take at least till they got home to notice one of their scraps of fabric being nowhere in sight. It was nothing special, outside of it being a pleasing dark seafoam green in color, but to The Undistinguished Pupil it was much like themselves; a shred of fabric among many other gathered together in these halls.

"Oh, trust when I say I don't plan to push the agenda too far," The Pupil eased, resting their chin on folded fingers. "If they've decided to make your life a nightmare there is not much one such as myself can do, I doubt an acquaintanceship could budge such a matter and I don't plan to sit alongside you in that fire. Hooooow-ever... If it's just a hairline slight then perhaps it can be built from. Think of it; A few good words, a shared joke... Were I you, I'd prepare a show of fealty, a gift of some kind to our magnanimous professor; Everyone likes buttering up, even the Emissary!" (Surely!)

The Pupil's eyes went to the resting bird beside them; Peaceful, for now, and they sighed recalling his feathered companions last accidental bath. "Oh, but you are certainly correct about that... I'll take your words to heart, dear friend, and I do hope you'll do the same!~"