For once, Trafalgar did not wake to training, meetings, or the weight of something larger waiting just outside his door. Today was simpler than that, at least on the surface. The theoretical exams were all scheduled for the same day, one after another, and even though he did not have that many subjects compared to his uni life in earth. He had spent days with books open in front of him until the words began to blur, and if not for Bartholomew, he would have gladly thrown half of Professor Rhaldrin's material out the nearest window.
Now he was standing in the corridor outside his room, dressed and ready, waiting.
