He had gotten better, just a little, at walking on the stone floors. His scarf seemed to flow down behind him, like it was woven from the mist itself. Or, more likely, woven from some really soft fur. The boy's footsteps didn't make a sound, neither did his breathing. He could hear someone stepping briskly up the corridor. Stepping with confidence, and maybe a little anger. Or is that a little frustration. The different between the two was always hard for Kaegen to pick out. The footsteps sounded pretty loud, like a light professor or a older student. A second pair of smaller footsteps could also be heard. So two people, one a bit bigger than Kaegen and the other a lot bigger were about to round the corner. The tiny little instinctive voice in Kaegen's head was feeling uneasy, so to calm it down Kaegen reached his hands inside his sleeves, and readied a slingshot. He wouldn't normally do this, but if it was a upset, older student that actually knew spells, and for some reason didn't like Kaegen's face, or the way he walked, he would have to get out of there fast.
And the best way to escape, was to first shoot the guy chasing you with a rock.
flectere si nequeo superos, Achaeronta movebo