"It was school," Dale shrugged, as probably the least engaged student that Wyrd Haven had to offer would say. Part of him wished that he was in more control over his visibility so that he could attend public school with his friends, especially during the winter lull in his after school activities. It made him wish he were better at indoor sports and hadn't dropped jazz band for the semester, even though the choice came down to that or a battle with Highlander rules with Anita. As a result, among other things, that Dale couldn't help like feel he was on auto-pilot until spring. "I'm thinking about seeing how far I can prank the new headmaster before ending up in detention."