"Please, Hilda. Refrain from being so obnoxious in class next time." Alfendi said as the woman followed after him. He snickered at her expression of displeasure and irritation.
Immaturely, she shoved him to the side as he continued his giggles. It was not funny, and she was not obnoxious in any sense of the word. "And maybe next time you should stay out of my classes, you aggravating bastard!" She pouted and kept her gaze away from him. Hilda didn't need this pest for a friend. She could find other people.
Alfendi loved poking fun at Hilda, because her reactions were always what he expected and wanted. He could easily turn her from composed and calm to peeved and wanting him dead. And he had so many ways of doing so, especially when she brought it upon herself to lead him there.
They lead their way to a familiar classroom, the one of Alfendi's father, Hershel Layton, archaeology professor.
"How odd. Father isn't in right now." The man observed immediately as they entered.
"Does he have something important to do at the moment?"
Alfendi shrugged. It wasn't like he paid attention to his father and every single thing the man did. He didn't even care.
"Then you could count it as strange." Hilda searched around the desk with an analytical eye, then moved to the chalkboard behind it. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Well, when he gets back, do tell him what I told you. I have to get home soon and I can't be late." She turned to the exit and didn't even say goodbye.
Alfendi didn't take that as a sign of negativity. This was Hilda, with jokes a-plenty. "Try not to disrupt the traffic, dear!" He joked as she left.
Then Alfendi was left to his own devices as the door loudly impacted the wall. He wasn't quite sure what to do, since his father usually had him doing small tasks for him, like making supper for the two of them or cleaning up a few things in the classroom. Those times, he'd use his growing investigation skills to figure out which students came in on that day. Usually he had work at the Yard until his father's classes were through in the evening, but today he was free of his work as a blossoming rookie at the Yard, which allowed him to do as he liked for the day.
"Of course, Lucy. I've always encouraged my son to be a bit more sociable than he actually is. Maybe after school, you two can talk and he can help you with your work." That was his father's voice, and he was taking to someone at the door.
He stood up as they entered.
There he was. Alfendi Layton.
It seemed the girl with his father was frozen for a second as she saw Alfendi.
His father was oblivious as they locked eyes. "Alfendi! My apologies for not being here on time. I was chatting with Lucy here after class. She was asking about you, Alfendi. Weren't you, Lucy?" Hershel looked to her.
"I-Yes, sir. We did." She shook herself out of the gaze and held her orange cap with a sheepish smile. "I were wondering if you could teach me about criminal investigation. I 'eard you were int' Yard already and 'ad some experience. If it isn't much trouble…" She hid her red eyes and light pink blush under her cap.
What had her so panicky?
Despite his suspicions of his father's doing, Alfendi accepted it. "Granted, I won't make it easy. I won't allow any failures of incompetence. Live up to those expectations and consider yourself my student." Though, he wasn't sure what he could teach Lucy, that hadn't already been taught in the regular classes, Alfendi guessed it wouldn't be that hard.
Lucy, despite herself, ran up to him and hugged him, shouting thank you's and saying how grateful she was for his help.
"Right, right." He replied with a light sigh, "But your first lesson will have to be keeping your distance from me." He pried the girl off him.
As she laughed nervously, Alfendi wondered, what exactly possessed him to say yes to this girl?