[There's Fakir, the cold-eyed boy who's the president of the ballet club (and gets a lot of flack for it), walking with his bag over his shoulder toward the gym. Class starts in a minute, but it looks like he intends to skip history in favour of practicing in the empty gym.]

>> Advise him it's not good to skip class
>> Tag along and watch
>> Ask about the ballet club
>> Follow without him noticing