Eleven fell back and rubbed at his bruised face. He only had a moment to glance up and discover that the solid wall he'd run into was actually the very man he was hoping to find. He grinned for a split second until the shouts sounded much closer than only moments ago.

He leapt to his feet and dashed around Hendrik, backing into the man and aligning their legs so that he hoped he wouldn't be visible to the students searching for him.

"They're looking for a fight," he warned, voice low, just in time for his would-be tormentors to round the corner. They'd have to be incredibly stupid to pick a fight with Hendrik.

"Oi!" he heard one of them call. "You seen a scrawny kid with a stupid sword 'round here? He's got somethin' of mine."