Ezra walked into the classroom, only to realize he was the first student to arrive.
The room was quiet.
Rows of neat joint tables stretched from the front of the classroom to the back, while the morning sunlight slipped through the tall windows, casting long patches of light across the polished wooden floor.
Without wasting any time, Ezra walked toward the center row on the left side of the classroom.
That had gradually become his preferred seat.
Not too close to the front.
Not too far from the professor.
He sat down quietly.
After placing his new jotter on the desk, he took out a fresh quill and arranged both neatly in front of him before reaching into his Space Bag again.
This time, he brought out his Starlix 11.
Resting one forearm on the joint table, Ezra leaned his cheek against it while casually scrolling through the general news posted across Britannia.
Most of the headlines were the same topics that had circulated for days.
Political matters.
Merchant reports.
