Constans eyed Aurin speculatively, finding it difficult to believe that Aurin had friends in the plural. A few people had walked by the two boys now as they had been talking in the hallway, and it was starting to make Constans edgy being out in the open. What if one of the mentors in charge of new students happened by? His carefully orchestrated escape would all be for naught if he was spotted. Ugh, he refused to be dragged back to the library to practice basic spells with the babies again.
"Hey, you know, I think she's in class right now," Constans supplied. He didn't actually know, but it wasn't a bad guess; most days at this time of the afternoon the majority of apprentices were at their studies. Not counting himself, of course. He never was.
"You should put those in some water, or by the time she gets them they'll be wilted. That'd just be depressing. Come on, we can use the pump in the apprentice's quarters."
He gestured amiably for Aurin to follow, making sure it seemed like the other boy would come along before darting off towards one of the apprentice dormatories. One sure fact about Constans... he slowed down for no man. All that most of the overworked staff of Enchanters had seen of him for months since he'd arrived was the blue blur of his robes flapping around his ankles as he disappeared around another corner.