This choice: Hilda's eyes light up as she spots Claude. Her break just got more interesting. • Go Back... To Claude's relief, Hilda perked up, seeming to hear him immediately. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she squinted at her booted foot resting on the desk. Her eyes widened as she realized what was on top of it.
"Claude?! Is that you?!"
"Y-yeah, Hilda, it's me!" Claude yelled back, walking further down her leg so he wouldn't have to shout. "I'm glad you noticed."
Hilda went quiet for a moment as she processed the sight before her. Then she began to smirk.
"So, how's that new stomach flu poison working out for you?"
"Not... great, to be honest," Claude answered nervously. Now that she'd overcome the shock of seeing him like this, Hilda was acting more amused than concerned. This was a bad sign. "I was hoping you could help me out."
"How on earth am I supposed to do that?" Hilda asked reasonably.
"I need you to take me to someone that can grow me back. Lysithia's magic mixing with the poison powder was what caused this, so she should be able to undo it. If not, then maybe Marianne can heal me?"
"Hmmm..." Hilda put a finger to her chin in mock thought, and Claude struggled not to sigh. She was clearly going to make this a thing. "I don't know, Claude. Getting up from my seat to search the whole monastery for Lysithia or Marianne sounds like it'll be an awful lot of work. And I'm just so terribly lazy..."
She put special emphasis on the last word while glaring playfully at the tiny noble on her boot. Claude winced. He was wondering when Hilda would finally get him back for what he said during Professor Byleth's orientation.
"In fact, what is it you said when you introduced me to the Professor? Something about how if lazy were in the dictionary...?"
"Your picture wouldn't be there because it's already next to 'beautiful!'" Claude flashed Hilda his most winning smile.
The pink haired noble chuckled condescendingly. "Nice try, Claude. I remember it a little differently."
"What do you want from me, Hilda?" Claude shrugged. "You ARE lazy!"
"That doesn't mean I wanted it to be our new teacher's first impression of me!" Hilda snapped. "It totally colored her perception, and she's had it in for me since the first day of class!"
"Pretty sure that's because you asked to be a cheerleader so you could skip training," Claude muttered.
"And because I'm so very, VERY lazy," Hilda continued, deliberately shaking Claude up by crossing her legs, taking care to put the one he was clinging to on top of the other so she wouldn't crush him. "I think instead of helping you get back to normal size, I'm just going to take a nice, loooooong nap..."
"Hilda, you're being a..."
Claude was cut off by Hilda yawning loudly and obnoxiously as she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. He took a deep breath and counted to ten.
"Hilda..."
Hilda began to snore in a loud, exaggerated fashion.
Claude rolled his eyes. "Hilda, I've seen you fall asleep in class before. Your snoring doesn't sound like that."
Hilda opened one of her eyes. "Excuse me? I do NOT snore."
"Pretty sure Teach and the rest of the Golden Deer would argue differently."
Hilda glared at him. "I am a proud noble lady of House Goneril! I do everything gracefully, including sleeping!"
"Okay, Lorenz, sorry!" Claude held up his hands, grinning at Hilda's obvious offense to the comparison. "You don't snore. You just drool. A lot."
Hilda's eyes narrowed. "You're not going to let me take my break in peace, are you?"
"Sorry, Hilda," Claude shrugged. "I really want to get back to normal size."
Hilda grabbed Claude with her thumb and forefinger, bringing him to her face as she gave him an unamused look. Claude swallowed nervously. While he knew that Hilda would never harm him deliberately, he had been pushing her buttons much harder than usual, and their current size disparity gave her the power to make the next few minutes very unpleasant for him. Besides, for all that Hilda claimed to be a "delicate flower," there were often times that she didn't know her own strength. Harming him accidentally was very much on the table.
Finally, she spoke. "Okay, Claude. If you really won't leave me alone..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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