Claude swallowed nervously. As much as he was dreading Professor Byleth's reaction to his making a shrinking potion, to say nothing of the public shaming that would follow, he had to admit that the beautiful if emotionally stunted professor entering the room was only the second worst possibility.
This? This was the worst.
Hilda entered the room, her steps creating thundering quakes as her pink hair and somewhat ample bust bounced as she walked. Claude tried to wave her down, but to his dismay, her eyes seemed to be scanning everywhere in the room but the floor below her.
Even more ominously, she seemed to be in a bad mood.
"Ugh... stupid Professor Byleth," Hilda grumbled. "'No, you can't sit out battles, Hilda!'. You have to pass the exam before you can ride a Wyvern instead of walking, Hilda!' 'Stop tricking Raphael into doing your half of the weeding, Hilda!'"
Down below, Claude barely dove out of the way as Hilda's giant black boot slammed into the floor behind him, the shockwave almost knocking him off his feet. Thinking quickly, he grabbed onto the toe of her boot, bracing for the ride of his life as his lazy classmate and occasional cohort in scheming obliviously carried him with her.
"Why does she keep sending me to the frontlines! I am a delicate flower!" she sat at one of the seats with a huff. "It's not MY fault I was born with freakishly strong arms. That's no reason to make me an axe fighter if I don't want to be..."
Hilda looked around the classroom one last time and smiled. As classes were over for today, her classmates were off doing their own studies, and Byleth was at some meeting with Geralt and Lady Rhea, this was the perfect opportunity to relax for a bit.
"Oh well, at least now I can have a moment of peace and quiet. Hmm, maybe I'll catch up on my beauty sleep..."
With that, she leaned back as far as she could into the chair, stretching her hands behind her back and letting loose a mighty yawn as she put her feet on the desk. Her unknown tiny passenger, now unexpectedly fighting gravity, tumbled down her boot and landed on her calf.
"Ugh... that was annoying," Claude grunted before getting to his feet and seeing Hilda's face looming in the distance. "HILDA! OVER HERE! I'M ON YOUR BOOT!"
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