You entered the comfortable office that was littered with luxuries and flowers that seemed like they had bloomed straight out of a painting. This was where your classes took place. Latin, Greek, Philosophy. You seemed to be quite early, as the only other person in the room happened to be Henry, who sat on an armchair, devouring a book. He was presumably ignoring you. His dark hair was neatly organised, his brown coat neatly draped over the back of the arm chair.