Professor Lane Graham, led one of the University's toughest classes to access, an even harder course to succeed in. The reasoning being that Lane wasn't exactly one to be lenient, typically quite irritable and expecting performance to be productive. Though he wasn't entirely cruel, the man still had some humanity, he just was usually so drained he didn't have the effort to spare for anything but surface-level empathy.

His glasses weighed heavy on his nose, the typical button-up shirt and tie he kept pulled taut against his neck feeling like they both melded into his skin at this point. A hand ran through his thick brown hair, tired eyes behind his glasses always half-lidded. His gaze flitted up to the clock.

Time for coffee.