Raleigh is getting REALLY TIRED of being walked to class like he's in kindergarten. It's not like he's going to accidentally agree to trade mana with a maleficer on his way to Algebra. Also Larisa is in an incredibly bad mood this morning, and stomps down the hallway fast enough that he has to trot to keep up.
The classroom is big and weirdly trapezoid-shaped and too small for the number of desks in it; three out of the twelve desks are for some reason up on the raised dais in the front. One of them has a puddle of something gooey-looking on it, but Larisa pronounces it 'already dead', and the classroom is otherwise free of mals.
He sits down and tries to distract himself by counting stains on the walls. There are a lot of them.