As soon as Edem entered the classroom, he felt cold winds swept his robes--the windows had just been opened. What is the professor doing? He repressed the urge to ask the professor to close them back down. Shivering, he shoved his hands in his pocket and walked to a seat as far from the windows as possible. He got one in the middle of the classroom, but meh, whatever. He rested his elbows on the desk and cupped his chin in his hands, waiting for the class to begin.