 Teapot Occamy| gryphons&giraffes&goats,OH MY | chaser of the truth | flutiful❧
With all the things that were going on with the Neo-Alliance, Devin was finding it very difficult to focus on lessons. How could he possibly pay attention to learning things that he might not even need to know for whatever his future career ended up being when there was a very real, immediate threat right here in the castle? Even though he had been allowed to remain in his dorm and wasn’t watched quite as closely as some of his peers, that relative “freedom” meant nothing when most of his friends were locked up outside of lessons and he was just as much of a hostage of the Neo-Alliance as every other person in this school. His eyes were heavy from a lack of proper sleep and his body moved stiffly as he forced himself to keep going through the motions to get to class when really all he wanted to do was be home with his family, or at the very least hide somewhere where he could let his mind temporarily escape from the harsh reality of the situation. Devin couldn’t bring himself to say anything in greeting to the professor, but he did offer a rather forced smile. Why did he feel itchy? Well, he hadn’t felt itchy before seeing that question on the board but now thinking about being itchy was making him itchy. There was one answer to that question. After taking a seat, Devin scratched an itch that had popped up on his leg.
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