He paused, casting a glance over to the fuming giant of a teacher who stormed across the hall to them. Giving Irene one last glare he spun on his heel and made his way out of the gym as quickly as possible.
As he marched to the changing room he tried to tell himself that leaving was the best thing to do- the coach was beyond mad at him, Irene was still smirking at him and the whole club watching them fight. He'd been humiliated. Slumping down on the bench he realised that despite the dent in his pride, he'd enjoyed the fight. She was quick, clever and a lot stronger than she looked; a brilliant opponent. But he knew now he'd never get a chance to challenge her again, and that beyond anything else, that was the most infuriating.
He grabbed his bag and stalked back off to the dorm to look for John, maybe the case and an afternoon snooping at the museum would take his mind of the whole event- although to be honest he really doubted it.