The campus corridor was quiet as Alaric made his way to class. Occasionally, the sound of students laughing echoed from another direction, mixed with the scrape of chairs being moved in nearby rooms.
His heart began to race again, not because of any jeering, but from curiosity. "Does the system work inside the classroom too?"
His hand pushed open the wooden door. The hinges creaked softly, like something getting caught. As the door swung open, Alaric was met with the sight of a calm, composed classroom. Something he thought impossible just this morning.
The professor was standing in front of the board, chalk in hand, swiftly scribbling down a long formula that already covered nearly half the surface. He didn't pause or acknowledge Alaric's entrance, even though he clearly noticed someone had just come in.
Alaric stood at the doorway for a moment. "No reprimand? No asking where I've been?" A flash of comparison ran through his head, bringing him back to the chaos just hours ago.
