farleigh leaned back into his dorm room chair, taking a deep drag of his joint. smoke filled his lungs, and the tension in his muscles began to dissipate, uncoiling like a tightly wound spring. oxford during exams was a bore -- fellow students battening down the hatches to make up for evenings spent at the pub instead of revising. farleigh wasn’t so bothered, he had a sharp mind and knew it, always gliding through exams no matter how much he’d studied; but days spent with professor ware and beady-eyed oliver quick, without the promise of pints at the kings’ arms before bed, were beginning to grate on him. “god, i needed this.” he let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, passing the spliff over.