The lecture concluded.
Professor Kali dismissed the class with a wave of her hand, and students immediately rose from their seats.
The sound of chairs scraping against stone filled the classroom with conversations beginning before people even reached the door.
Reinhard gathered his notes. His visible eye tracked the papers as he organized them into his leather satchel, ensuring they wouldn't crumple or bend.
Around him, students filed toward the exit in small groups, discussing Mythic Keys with enthusiasm that bordered on obsession.
He stood, slinging the satchel over his shoulder, and prepared to head to the dining hall alone. Marie and Joseph were third years, and so their schedules were different from his first-year classes.
A figure rushed toward him.
Reinhard's lips twitched as his gaze followed the approaching student.
