Divination was not his thing. Nope.
It wasn't as though he didn't like the professor or the subject itself - Daehyun's only problem was that he did not possess the inner eye, or whatever it was that people called it. He supposed there were things he couldn't just learn from a book, and therefore, Divination was not his forte.
Burying his hands deep in the pockets of his robe and his nose into the warm sweater he'd draped over his shirt and red and gold tie, he walked to one of the tables in the back, but not before smiling at the professor and saying, "Good day, professor." Letting his bag fall off his shoulder and next to a cushion, he plopped unceremoniously onto the cushiony heaven - oh yes, he did love the cushions - and stared at the items that awaited on the table.
Hoping professor Vance wouldn't mind, he grabbed one of the scented oil bottles and took a sniff.
... he loved them. |