And that was why Tezca was so insistent on harassing this poor kid: the guy had no meister. Weeks the kid had been sulking around the DWMA, yet no one was partnering with him. Sure, it may have been that blondie over here didn’t inspire the most confidence in those students who wanted someone chipper and easy-going–but hey, there was only one Tezca, and he couldn’t spread himself out that thin. Well, he could have must made multiple mirror copies–but Tezca shook his head awake from his reverie. He frowned, staring again at the kid. Where was he? Oh, right, Justin’s problem: