An owl in 6B

This guy was weird. Weirder than most students Avian had met. Weirder than the strange guy who welcomed her to the academy! Weirder than the guy who fell from the roof right in front of her! Avian could no longer study him with curiosity. Her face was now screwed up in utter confusion!
Evacuate?! Take control?! What?! She thought to herself.
Avian was normally tolerant of peoples odd powers and even found them fascinating but this guy was just creepy to her. Now she simply wanted to get out of the situation, not only for avoiding social interactions, but to get away from this vampire obsessed stranger! She hesitated for a few seconds, contemplating whether she should give him his name or not.
"Avian..." she muttered, looking down at her feet so that her sunhat covered her face.

The girl shifted uncomfortably, tapping her fingers nervously on her sketchbook.
"N-no," she replied softly.
Nobody ever watched her draw, let alone stay in her company. And of course there was the other factor that artists needed there space and couldn't have stranger's breathing over their shoulders as they worked. Him watching her was out of the question, especially because she found him a little unsettling.
"But you're right...you have kept me long enough from my drawing," she said quietly, being bold for a change, "So you should go,"
Avian felt like the last part was a little rude so she gave him a nod, "Uh, thank you for picking up my things."
That's when she noticed the crowd behind her. All the little canaries in the trees were chirping away and while most would see their songs as sweet, she recognized them as territorial tunes sung to establish turf. Her unsettled emotions had caused them to come to her defense.
He should leave me after this. But if he persists, I need to stay calm or the canaries could swarm him...or worse. She thought worriedly.