The bell rang, and the class began to stir. Books closed, chairs scraped, and the low murmur of conversation filled the air as students filed out into the corridor.
Noah was sliding his notes into his satchel when Professor Cecilia's voice cut through the din.
"Webb. Stay behind for a moment."
Several heads turned, curious, before their owners shuffled out. Noah stood, slinging his satchel over his shoulder, and walked toward her desk.
"I wanted to ask about your duties in the library," she said in a quieter tone, her eyes narrowing slightly in that way she had when she was considering multiple threads at once. "You're not thinking of abandoning them, are you?"
"Of course not, professor." Noah replied. "I have two weeks left on my punishment."
"Good." She gestured for him to walk with her. "Let's talk as we head out..."
They stepped into the corridor together, but any conversation they might have had was cut short.
