Fall 1, 512 AV
There was no professor waiting for the students that day.
There was neither a respectable old man nor a respectable young man like Hadrian or an incredibly educated grown up woman sitting behind the desk, impatiently waiting for the class to begin.
Instead the students found themselves facing a boy with bright red hair and a face full of freckles that could have been anywhere between fifteen and nineteen.
He was dressed in clothes that made him look more like some kind of wannabe Svefra than a university employee, and he didn’t seem to be particularly impatient – or nervous like new people often tended to be.
He had his feet on the desk, and he was smiling.
Behind him four questions had been written on the blackboard:
There was no professor waiting for the students that day.
There was neither a respectable old man nor a respectable young man like Hadrian or an incredibly educated grown up woman sitting behind the desk, impatiently waiting for the class to begin.
Instead the students found themselves facing a boy with bright red hair and a face full of freckles that could have been anywhere between fifteen and nineteen.
He was dressed in clothes that made him look more like some kind of wannabe Svefra than a university employee, and he didn’t seem to be particularly impatient – or nervous like new people often tended to be.
He had his feet on the desk, and he was smiling.
Behind him four questions had been written on the blackboard:
| 1. Where do you think your professor is? 2. What do you think I’m doing here? 3. What are YOU doing here? 4. What do you expect to learn here? |
