Mixed.

There is a beat of silence when Lime is seen by your instructor and the class as a whole, but then it is broken as somebody gives a wolf whistle and another gives a lascivious hoot.

"Holy hell, I didn't know Little Toby had those sort o' interests!"

"Had yourself a little quality slime time, Little Toby? That why you were late?"

"Bloody hell, I'd like a little quality time with 'er too!"

You blush at the words (especially since a few of them hit a little close to home), but you also hear a few other opinions that are less than complimentary that temper your embarrassment.

"What a little pervert. Making a slime take on a shape like that..."

"It's not like Little Toby could get any proper female attention anyway."

"A slime is a slime, no matter what it looks like."

The mixed opinions and muttered comments wash over you, but you sigh and shrug them off. As you do, you feel a small, soft hand slip into your own and you look over at Lime. She is giving you a small smile and tilting her head at you inquisitively, as though trying to see if her gesture of comfort has helped you feel better. You know she can understand human speech and can sense your emotional state so she probably knew that the comments being spoken had made you feel a little low. Her comforting gesture, however, had the intended effect and you give her a smile before turning your attention back to the elven instructor.

She was, perhaps not surprisingly, one of the few who had little reaction to your familiar, merely arching a slender and well-formed brow at the slime-girl and you before breathing a soft sigh. "I see. A humanoid slime, is it? Well, a slime is a slime, but I suppose if any slime is a 'she' it would be one of these.", she relents and then shakes her head, "But that hardly matters. What matters is that you were late again, Mr. Karlsson. You know what that means, yes?"

You sigh and nod as you do already know. "I'm coming for after-class maintenance, aren't I?", you say.

"Yes, you are. After classes are finished, you will return here and go about mending and repairing the practice pieces that need maintenance. I expect them all to be in pristine order, you understand?", she orders.

"Yes, Instructor Shyael.", you say, knowing she meant what she said.

It wouldn't be the first time you'd had to do extra work after class, either because you needed remedial lessons or because you needed to be disciplined for screwing up somewhere or other. After-class Maintenance was what Instructor Shyael usually had you do because, in her class, enchantments often ran wild and pieces of armor or weapons would be ruined in the process. Somebody had to mend the practice gear to be used again and that was a tedious task. Perfect for a punishment. And, since you were actually very good at the physical crafting part of things (though not the magical enchanting parts), you were the perfect candidate to undergo that punishment.

That seemed to be what you would be doing after all your classes were done today, but, for now, you had this class to deal with and, as Instructor Shyael sends you to your seat, you swallow down your trepidation and take strength from Lime's hand in yours as you go to your assigned seat (the empty chair beside your own now a lucky thing instead of a reminder of your unpopularity now as Lime sits in it) and prepare for class.