The Stalker, wherein

One did not survive a Holy Grail War by being unobservant.

“May I help you, Mr. Capitani?” Waver turned on his heel, his coat he had taken to wearing swirling dramatically behind him.

The named first year blushed and stuttered, ducking his head. “T-the Queen needs you to visit the director.” At Waver’s steely glare, the younger student gulped and hurried to blurt out “But I was hoping if you would like to go out on a d-da-”

Nope, can’t let him finish that. Waver wanted some sort of plausible deniability and dating his students would not help him in the slightest. “Vice Director Barthomelei? I’ll see you at lecture Monday, Capitani.” Waver would admit, only to himself of course, that he ran away. Why in the world were his students constantly throwing themselves at him!?