The first lights of morning poured into the lecture halls as the students trickled in.
But to the surprise of everyone, Dean was already there in his seat. His eyes settled, hand under his jaw. The claw marks on his face glistening under the morning light. He was locked in and ready to go.
Eyes followed him with amusement. Just yesterday he was late, nearly killed someone and now, he was here before everyone else. Eyes on the board and waiting.
In a matter of seconds, the hall filled up. About seventy something freshmen choosing world history as a first course were seated waiting for the professor.
Dean looked around, noticing only a few familiar faces. Astrea was seated in the front row to the left.
While he caught Andre Truman from the corner of his eyes. Entering and going all the way back to the middle row.
Still searching, Dean hoped to find more familiar faces but much to his disappointment, Olsen wasn't here and neither was Rogue.
