god, was this class boring. the professor’s voice monotone, dragging sentences with an obvious slowness that made you want to slam your head against the desk.

but the ringing of bells, the immediate talking.. that frees you. of course, you don’t stay quiet for long, Norton stalking his way into your class and hoisting your backpack up.

he doesn’t say a word; rarely does, when he picks you up from your lesson. but the other students do. intrigue about why the two of you seem so close.