Leor Dawsen stood beside the main notice board, tapping a stack of administrative reports against his palm.
He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses with his thumb, scanning the roster of upcoming practical exams with an expression of complete calm.
His uniform was pressed without a single wrinkle, every button fastened to the collar.
He looked every bit the top student of the third-year class, methodical and entirely unfazed by the academic stress surrounding him.
"Leor."
Leor turned around, his shoulders shifting instantly into a formal posture.
"Ah, Professor Noel. Good morning. Are these the revised schedules for the lower academy practicals? I was just about to deliver them to your desk."
"What's going on with you and Princess Talia?"
"Seeing as she came after me...there must be something."
Leor's hand paused on the edge of the parchment. He blinked twice behind his lenses, keeping his warm, polite smile intact.
"Princess Talia? Everything is fine, Professor.
