HOLY KNEAZLES.

"DANTE NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" FLAIL! Thornton's eyes grew wide and he thought he might vomit on the spot from sheer terror as Dante grabbed the bag and lifted the professor up. What if he dropped him? What if Flamsteed got angry? What if it hurt him? What if what if what if... panic panic panic.

Thornton took a few rushed steps forward, anticipating that he would try to grab the bag or something. But he stopped short when it seemed like the professor was actually enjoying the ride. So... they weren't going be expelled, then. Good.

When the professor asked to be put down, Thornton looked to Dante expectantly. Yes, please, put him down now. Thornton didn't know Dante all that well, and part of him wondered if he was the type of boy to hold the professor hostage or take him somewhere else.

Nice and slow, Dante. Please.