Lucas nodded and bit his lip as he pulled his schoolbag from his back and let it sit on his knees as he sat down in the chair facing Professor Fletcher. His backpack was super organized; he pulled out his binder for Divination and slid his essay Fletcher had assigned out from the binder neatly. The parchment was even folded neatly. "Oh, sir, I finished the assignment. I just wanted to see if you could give it a look through...and maybe give it back so I can make sure it's the best it can be before I turn it in?" the inflection in his voice...did not sound as hopeful as he wanted to sound. "I am having some organization issues, I think." He unfolded his essay and sighed slightly.

The more he was...focusing on the assignment and thinking of Fletcher as someone who could potentially help him was keeping his heart rate and nervousness down. "I'm not sure whether to go through the structure of Ancient Greek governance and say how their appreciation and mild admiration of the divine arts played into this structure, or if I should be organizing it by Divination practices and how it plays into the governance from the bottom up. Or maybe even up to...bottom." He said in a quiet tone. "For right now, I have organized in the first way I mentioned, because it's more than just pyromancy. that affected things. Unless I did this wrong and you want it to be focused on pyromancy."

And now...he was feeling nervous. What if he had put way too much work into this and it was all bloody wrong? He'd feel like a fool; stupid; useless; etc.