Call him skeptical, but the man felt on edge every time he saw a group of students in any one place. It was all the acting out lately. The little acts of defiance, the not so little acts. It forced the man into a state of constant alert when he left his office. Never knew when you'd need to suspend or expel a group of puberty stricken miscreants for acting on plans they never seemed to fully think through.

Four was a crowd in his book. Four was enough to be UP to something. The fact three of the four were student leaders should have set the man's mind at ease but it didn't.

Nothing these students did put his mind at ease anymore.

"Keeping out of trouble I hope." He commented, slowing to a stop before the small group. Ms. Macindoe had books, what was everyone else's excuse to be loitering about the corridor. Did they not have enough homework to keep them otherwise occupied? That could be remedied.