Burdened by no less than four satchels stuffed full of parchment scrolls, books, supplies and sundries, Andrew stumbled into the Ancient Runes classroom. The regret he was already feeling about his visit to the library before class intensified with every aching throb in his shoulders, and his relief when he spotted his seat near the front of the classroom was almost tangible. Slumping down in his spot and tucking the bags away by his feet, he let out a long, drawn out sigh before cocking his head to the side, and then back the other way, as if he'd only just realized where he was.

He turned around in his seat and spotted a familiar face. T'was Adi! He gave the boy a friendly wave and settled in for today's class.