Albedo Kreideprinz
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Albedo was walking past one of the professors meeting rooms on his way out, planning on getting his paper on organic chemistry done so he could relax over the vacation, before he was distracted by the sight his—maybe hot—fine arts, and theatre, professor.
Call him nosy, but he had to listen in to the meeting since his professor, normally bouncing with pure energy and enthusiasm like a golden retriever, was seething.