(Prep period)

Professor Lightfoot (or Barley, to his friends and colleagues) sat hunched over his desk in the quiet early morning, the soft light of sunrise cutting through the sheer curtains over his windows. Ever one for thematics, he opted to write his lesson plans with an elegant fountain pen, careful to avoid smudging ink onto his white sleeves. The door was left unlocked, though the room was still partly dim, soft shadows cast across years worth of flags, books and other memorabilia all across the room.