Eleanor cringed as Woopy began to slam his head against the bench she was on and wail loudly. People were turning their heads and she could feel their judgment as they watched him fall onto the floor and slam his head against the cold stone floor. What they wouldn't know was how the elf stalked her to where she was, and how annoying he was and how his head was making the bench quiver.

"Woopy," she whispered loudly, trying to get his attention. She needed him to stop. She needed him to go away. She needed him to stop wailing! "Woopy, look. If you stop screaming, you can sit beside me while I eat. And then you can come to one class. One. And then you must go do something else. Do you understand?"

Would it work? Would he stop wailing and slamming his head? Oh dear goodness she fecking hoped so. She stared down at the floor, hoping he would stop. Praying to God that she'd gotten into his head and he'd be quiet. People were staring, after all.