Wriothesley leaned on an empty desk, checking the clock over the classroom door. The time read 4:50... about two hours after school let out. He cradled his bloody knuckles in his other hand as his foot anxiously tapped up and down. He had several injuries from his fight: a black eye, bloody nose, split lip, bloody knuckles, and he was bleeding from his cheek. The asshole who jumped him got him real good with a ring that he was wearing.

He exhaled through his nose, debating on if he should leave or not. On one hand, he wanted to wait and see Neuvillette.... but on the other hand he needed to go home to see Sigewinne. He glanced at the clock again... 4:53. He should really be getting home, shouldn't he?

Wriothesley sighed, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand. He pushed off the desk, bending to pick up his backpack when he heard someone approach.