 Wowza!
Ezra entered the classroom just as someone set themselves on fire. He supposed he ought to have been shocked, but everyone else either acted like it was perfectly normal or flat out didn't care, so he followed their example, kind of, and pretended nothing out of ordinary had happened.
He supposed this was a perfectly normal reaction, too, since the person put out their own fire themselves and sat down. How nice for her.
The boy occupied a purple mat close to the window, and stretched out his hand, watching the sunlight reflect on it, which in return made the freckles on his hand stand out. Ezra frowned because he didn't dislike freckles, but also didn't want them on his person.
"Oh." He remembered he hadn't greeted the professor. Sheepish smile. "Hello, professor." There.
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