[His POV] (Before the Academy)

He sat with all his siblings in the library. Book in hand he sat at the window seat reading away. The silence calmed him. The door burst open.

"You all are going to the Academy." His dad stated. He swallowed hard closing the book.

"I'm fucking graduated. I don't need more scho-" Nolan started before Gia cut him off.

"Is this up for discussion?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"It isn't." Jameson said already knowing the answer. He frowned and clenched his fists.

Quentin squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck. Of course they had to go. They were all graduated now.. Mom would want it..

[His first day at the Academy] He left third hour for a break. His Misophonia had him on the edge of a meltdown. He roamed the empty halls exploring when he found a library.. Right up his ally.

[Your POV] You sat in the library doodling in your book. You liked it here. Nobody can in here. It was quiet. The flower you sketched looked good.

"Thats pretty." A deep voice echoed from behind you. You jumped up. You spun around to see a Fowler.. What the hell? He just stared at you.

"What kind is it?" He asked still glancing at the flower.