It was highly unusual for Alicia to miss his class. But to miss it three days in a row? There was something going on beyond teenage rebellion and Blake, despite himself, was concerned. Blake knew it was probably unorthodox for a teacher to make an appearance at a student's dorm room, but he was not a very orthodox teacher. He did things his own way, what he felt was right, and that was perhaps why he'd come to be accepted as a teacher at the Academy at all. It was healthy sometimes to shake up the status quo and Blake was more than accustomed to the criticism that came with it.
Seeing the gruff looking retired Dragonslayer in their dorm startled some of the Kitsune students, and they cleared room for him in the hallways, watching curiously as he made his way to Alicia's door. The young witch was a bright student with creative solutions to things that came up in their Self-Defense classes. Blake tried to tell himself that it wasn't a parental instinct that made him worry when she stopped showing up, but maybe his stewardship of Ryuuko was manifesting in other ways.
He knocked and then stepped back, waiting. Blake hadn't prepared anything to say to Alicia other than to question her whereabouts the last three days, but he would think of something. Surely other teachers had been checking in with her, too. Probably her Head of House. Blake was, in a way, going over their heads by going directly to the source instead of asking her more direct wardens, but again, he didn't do things by other people's standards all the time.
When the door opened, Blake's pale green eyes took in Alicia's appearance. It didn't take a person with a doctorate's degree in psychology and human behavior to realize that she had been crying. The young witch had always been happy and cheerful in the past, so seeing her like this was strange indeed.
Blake didn't coddle his students. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fail you right now."