Oh God! It's Everywhere!

[K. Scott]

Scott strode with his long paces into the dining hall and promptly flopped into the nearest place on the table closest to the door. He had jogged twice around the grounds taking a detour into Cardsdale just before the square with Corey. Sighing at his tardiness and how much he must stink of dog and sweat. But as usual he gave it little thought. Scott looked around and smiled at his unfortunate company; a small third-year guy who looked spy-ish beside him, a broad chested Carer (obvious by the smell of TCP) in 6th form across the table and opposite him... oops. Now he cared.
"Sorry Madeleine." He grinned, embarrassed, "I would have showered but I was already late."
Apat from the fact that she was a girl and probably didn't appreciate the discourtesy of a putrid boy sitting opposite her she was like, his boss, if he was going to make anything of himself whilst at Orchid in the Warriors it would be on her recommendation. This moment was probably not reflecting positively on him. Scott took his knife and fork and began to pile his plate with food. Oh well, he thought, she's a Warrior. She's probably used to it.
And as normal his embarrassment decreased and his mind wandered onto whether he should have gravy or ketchup with his chicken.

[Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford]

Warriors were pigs.
She'd been in a class during the last Battle Training session two periods ago (timetable mix-up, it was being sorted), and had left a couple of the older Warriors in charge of the session. Fifteen minutes ago, she'd went into the room to check there were no holes in the walls or anything... and oh, God, she had never seen a mess like it. No holes in the walls, but the equipment was everywhere. Thank God she didn't have to clear it all by hand. Psychokinesis was a beautiful thing.
Then, she'd had to run up to her dorm to change her shoes and feed Mocha, who had covered her shirt and jeans with cat hair (she needed her hair trimmed badly, but Madeleine had yet to find a pet groomer in Cardsdale), meaning that she'd needed to change quickly. So she'd been late to lunch, and had seated herself by Anja Murray, a second-year Warrior who was being oddly quiet on the subject of the state of the training room.
A little later, Scott, another Warrior, came over and dropped in the place opposite Madeleine - obviously having been walking somewhere with his dog, judging from his appearance. Grabbing some food, he looked up at her, and grinned ruefully. ""Sorry Madeleine. I would have showered but I was already late."
Madeleine laughed, spooning some carrots onto her plate and reaching for the pepper mill. Anja Murray, beside her, winced at that, but it was something Madeleine couldn't eat her carrots without. "Don't worry about it," she smiled across at him. "I'm late too, and as you can probably see," she added, holding up the sleeve of her black jumper, which had acquired hair even though she'd only had it on for about three minutes, "My cat got hold of me too. Besides, how many Warriors do you know that shower before meals?"
Well, the females did. Guys... yeah, not so much. It was a bit gross.

[K. Scott]

Scott laughed when he saw the cat hair on Madeleine's sleeve, yup he'd been there. He was feeling slightly better that Madeleine wasn't disgusted and that she had fur problems too. It was summer and Corey was casting like it was the end of time.
"Besides, how many Warriors do you know that shower before meals?" Madeleine asked jokingly.
Scott didn't know if he should be offended but instead replied, "Well I do usually but that's 'cau-" Scott paused. He shut his mouth, there was definitely something unwanted in there. He reached in with a thumb and forefinger and extracted a long course hair and dusted his hand on the floor. Then he looked at his shirt, "Oh God! It's everywhere!"
He dusted himself before he engaged his brain. Suddenly the air was filled with dog hair like a furry little creature had exploded. “Awh -!” Scott cursed, “Ok everyone, breathe in and hold your food.” Scott waited till the people sitting within the hair zone had taken a breath in and was holding it, then gently sucked in the air and caused a gush of wind towards himself. Scott released some air to stop the localised breeze and compressed the air with the hair in it in his hands before releasing all the air and shoving the ball of fur in his pocket.
“Eh. What do ye know? Air classes do come in handy.” Scott commented lightly before he tucked into his food once more. “So what’s yer cat called?”

[Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford]

Madeleine raised her eyebrows, impressed. "You know, I never thought of that before. I may have to borrow that idea."
She lowered her plate back onto the table as a cup floated over to her and the jug of water raised of its own accord and poured the clear liquid into the cup.
"Mocha, like the coffee," she said, brushing a bit of brown hair off her sleeve. "And your dog? He's an Alsatian, right?"
Mary Browne had had an Alsatian once, she remembered - or, a "shep", as she called it. A big black and brown thing, most people were terrified of it, because it was quite an intimidating dog, she guessed. But the thing was, although it was huge, it's bark was far worse than its bite. It looked tough, but, in reality... it was a bit of a wuss.
Most German Shepherds weren't like that, though, she knew. But that one was, and it was always a funny thing to think of.

[K. Scott]

Scott grinned as Madeleine replied, "Mocha, like the coffee," and cast off more hair. "And your dog? He's an Alsatian, right?"
"Aye that's right, Corey. Me and ma wee brother shared him but Morgan instisted I take him. Mind you I don't know whether he gave me a gift or a hindrance, looking after that beast is tougher on your own." Scott laughed.
It was easier at home. He and Morgan had a rota worked out to feed and clean Corey and everything. Scott would never allow Morgan to walk Corey by himself however. You just didn't do that in that part of Glasgow.
"Besides, he's a bloody good guard dog and loyal to the point of being stubborn so I'd've been happier to leave him home but, little brothers. What can you do?" Scott laughed as he shovelled another forkful of potato into his mouth. Then he frowned, "How did you know he was an German Shepherd?"