When the class ends.

The bell couldn't have rung soon enough. Your organic chemistry class dissolved into utter chaos once the students actually began casting their magic. You and Parisa were the two most able students in that entire class, but all that the two of you combined could manage was to form the disgusting mass into a little man-shaped golem. The rest of the class was not as fortunate.

"Please remain calm and de-animate your constructs please!" The professor was having serious problems maintaining control of the class as students ran screaming around the class room being chased by what could only be described as the most foul creature in all of existence. Nobody had any idea where it started, as the only thought on everybody's mind was escape. The giant heaving mass of flesh had definitely gained sentience, although only in the barest sense as its only goal seemed to be the consumption of more organic matter. You and Parisa watched in horror as the heap first devoured your little flesh golem and then proceeded to chase Parisa several times around the lab table until it decided to go after different prey, completely ignoring you for some reason.

Finally having had enough, the professor whips out his scepter and points it at the formless flesh that now had two Wyvern girls cornered.

Bombarta!

The blast from the professor's weapon completely annihilated the foul creature and pieces of guts and feces covered nearly every surface of the classroom. The professor was untouched behind his protective barrier. This is exactly why you hate Organic Alchemy.

The bell rang then, and everyone was ready to bolt out of there. As you ran back to your dorms, still covered in filth, you couldn't help but overhear a conversation between two first-year boys.

"Hey did you see what happened with that Ashcroft chick during lunch?"

"Haha yeah, although you can't blame a guy for giving it a shot, I mean have you SEEN that ass? It's out of this world."

"Well you're gonna have to get in a very long line, cause I heard she was going to the ball with this Kyrie guy."

"No way, is he from some kind of big shot wizard family?"

"Duh, the Kyries are huge."

"Damn, guess those types are just in a different league,- hey what's that smell?"

The two first years turn around and see you staring at them, still unrecognizable underneath all the gore. They both have horrified looks upon their faces as they immediately turned around and ran away screaming.

So Harmony actually had a date all along....