Professor Suna was having a very confusing afternoon.
She had left the Athenaeum on official business for a couple of days, her mind occupied with academic conferences and dry administrative reports. She'd returned expecting the usual rhythm of finals-week tension, perhaps a few minor disciplinary issues to address.
She was not expecting to find a tall, starkly handsome, and decidedly half-naked transfer student standing frozen in the middle of a main hallway, looking like a lost, frostbitten god who had misplaced his robes.
But then, the boy's reaction was even stranger than his state of undress. He didn't look chastised or embarrassed. He looked… bewildered. His grey eyes, wide with a shock that seemed to go beyond mere social awkwardness, locked onto hers.
"You… can see me?"
