Alexius heads to breakfast in a somber mood. There's still a maleficer loose in the school, targeting freshmen. He just barely managed to restrain himself from going up to the New York or Shanghai tables and offering himself as bait, on the grounds that a) it would make him look like a suicidal idiot, b) he has zero credibility after the potion debacle, and c) he is not that good in combat yet and would probably actually die. The set-oneself-right spell does have a way of dispelling personal illusions.
He grabs some sad waffles, checks an empty table for mals, slaps his enchanted rubber seal over the nearby air vent, and sits.