Napkin raised to brush across his lip, and Symphony is popping the last bite of nougat nummy in his maw as his quarry starts moving, clanking through the woodland fields in that stupid set of armour.
Honestly, he looked like a forgotten medieval prop.
But, by laying low, he had gleaned some fascinating intel; Arcadia Oaks was a hotspot of supernatural activity. Two of his students were passionate about cryptids, giving him some very helpful tips about what lurked in the area at the swipe of a thumb on a phone. Other students chattered, which let him eavesdrop on many a conversation, both in his classes and the cafeteria. And, the trolls had a new Trollhunter, one who half the masses treated with disgust, for being human. Now, Symphony wasn't usually one to judge a book by its cover, but he'd seen that awful uncoordinated flail of limbs plenty of times on the school oval, by none other, than Mr James 'Jim' Lake.
Mm, yeah. Plates of armour doesn't hide the grace of a newborn foal with three legs. Guess we will just see what our prestigious little student gets up to. He's doing quite well for juggling grades and protecting the peace...
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