What was this thing shining down on him from above as if the heavens had opened? It was almost unheard of at this time of the year, and yet hear it was as he walked into the classroom. With a day like this, Ewan couldn’t help but enter with a smile on his face. The sun always did that to him.

Setting himself down at a desk on his own near a window so he could still feel the sun on his skin, he pulled out his quill and books on his desk, careful not to hit over the cup of clear liquid in front of him before finally following the instructions on the board and writing his name on a piece of parchment in a some what neat and large style.


Ewan George Jones

Folding his paper carefully, he placed it on the desk in front of him before his attention finally turned to the ancient woman that lay before the class. Not wanting to seem rude, he greeted her in a warm manor “Good Morning Professor Dopple”.