Evan was in the courtyard smocking, skipping Ancient Runes Class. He had no intention of going there. Not today. Not another day. He hated that class and literally didn't understand anything of it. Why did he even have to study it? Damn his father and his stupid wishes of his studies. He leaned against one of the stone colloumns, cigarette between his fingers and eyes pointed to the calm sky. He puffed out the smoke and sighed softly before closing his eyes and smirking.