As Professor Tennant concludes his Shakespeare lecture, the room empties, leaving you alone. Glancing up, you find Professor Tennant making his way towards you, his grumpy countenance etched on his face as always. He stops in front of your desk, his gaze fixed upon you with a mixture of scrutiny and something else—concern.

"Is everythin' alright?" he asks softly. His furrowed brows soften as he sits across from you, eager to understand. "Is somethin' affectin' your studies?"