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"How does something as-" Jamil hesitated, mentally biting his tongue to remain composed in front of a professor, "How does something like this happen on accident ?" There was clearly strain to his voice, the words hissing out in annoyance despite the best of his restraint to refrain from doing so.
Crewel responded with a heavy sigh, matching Jamil's attitude with his own furrowed brow and mild scowl. "It happens, when one- or should I say, two highly untrained pups, mess up far beyond their means."
Silver was unable to meet their gazes as the two spoke, head hanging in shame as he gave a small frown to the small otter he was holding in his arms. "I'm not sure what went wrong." His voice was soft but heavy with regret. "This isn't even close to what we were supposed to be making."
Another sigh left their instructor. " Obviously . Yet somehow here we are." A beat passed and the air changed, the man switching back into his more professional demeanor. "There's nothing any of us can do as of right now. He should be more then fine by sometime tonight- something you two can thank your incompetence for, for once." Another soft apology left Silver as Crewel once again set his attention upon Jamil. "I assume you have no complaint in regards to keeping an eye on him?"
Jamil felt his soul wither out of his body. Of course. Kalim fucks up in class and gets turned into an animal and it's on his shoulders to look after him. Outwardly his eye made the smallest twitch but otherwise showed no emotion towards the situation aside from a carefully polite smile. "Of course. He's already in my care so it shouldn't be too different then normal." Ah, perhaps that was a little too rude.
Nonetheless he found himself being handed the strange creature- er Kalim, he supposed. It was hard to think of the animal as him, if Jamil was being honest. At least until it was settled within his arms, looking up at him with big shining eyes and an almost smile upon its face. Okay yeah this was Kalim alright. "Though I should ask- is he more animal then human or..?"
"He may behave instinctively, but rest assured he has still retained his human consciousness." Crewel spoke matter of factly, his response earning a small sigh of relief from Silver. "So he should understand me perfectly when I tell both of you that there will be many make-up lessons for this little slip up." As if on queue the otter within Jamil's arms stopped staring up at him and whipped around to squeak in horror as Silver let out his own small sound of terror.
It was all Jamil could do to not roll his eyes. No doubt he would find himself helping with those as well. "I suppose we should get out of your hair then." In all honesty Jamil was less than eager to spend the rest of his night tending to this mess, but did find himself drawn to the idea that he might be able to work things in his favor to be quieter then an average night. Already Kalim seemed far less loud as it were.
With a few more apologies and sighs of annoyance the conversation wrapped up proper, Crewel shooing the three from his office and bidding them a final good evening. From there it wasn't hard for Jamil to shake off Silver, assuring him that care for Kalim was covered, yes he understood that it was an accident, and the briefest mentioning of Malleus before he was finally set back on his path to the familiar halls of Scarabia.
Thankfully the small otter within his arms wasn't putting up any of a fight, far too preoccupied with batting at the small metal pieces within Jamil's hair to care about much else happening in the world. Jamil gave yet another glance down to the creature as he entered the hall of mirrors only to see that Kalim was now chewing on one of the bells in his hair. He freely gave this action a scowl.
Where in the hell was he going to put him? The fountain outside might be fun for Kalim and keep him occupied, but wouldn't be suitable for the entire night until he changed back. Same went for Kalim's own room, the large open windows to the balcony giving him far too much access to allow his temporary animal brain to take over and send him running. Jamil set foot through the mirror and felt the familiar push of magic wash over him, like breaking through the surface tension of water, as the sensation rippled across his body, leaving the coiling heat of Scarabia in its wake.
He gave another glance down, the softest twinge of pain rocking in his chest as he thought about the terrible fate of having a human's consciousness bound to an animal form, no way to properly communicate with others or to pry yourself away from unfamiliar instincts. It was an awful way to be trapped. Thank everything this was temporary.
Kalim ceased his incessant biting of the tiny bell to look up at Jamil with curiosity, giving the other a small concerned tilt of his head upon seeing the look that had carved its way across Jamil's features. The softest squeak left him as he moved to rest a tiny paw against the other boy's cheek.
Jamil pulled back instantly, now wearing a scowl. UGH. The disgustingly familiar act of pity . After another squeak pierced over the sound of Jamil's own footsteps he finally pulled himself away from his inner monologue. "You're too vulnerable like this, and far too susceptible to-" once again he felt a tug at the bells in his hair. "My point exactly. So you'll have to spend the night in my room. For your own good."
As the small otter that was Kalim cried out in what was clearly excitement Jamil did his best to keep ahold of the now thrashing creature. "IT'S NOT A SLEEPOVER. CALM DOWN."