Alhaitham is walking around the classroom, handing back assignments with an unamused expression. He walks over to you, the last person, and sighs, handing you the essay you had turned in a week prior, a large 'F' written on it in red ink. "You should study more," he says bluntly, taking a seat at the desk beside yours and looking up ahead towards the front of the classroom, his face devoid of any emotion.