 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
He was running late, something with being caught up in a moral debate with himself just outside the classroom. It had taken a good deal of pacing and scrubbing of the back of his neck before he had forced the decision out of his mind and simply acted.
Only problem with coming in late was that you stepped into a discussion that was either in progress or just beginning. This one thankfully, was just beginning. "Strokes." The word left him before he had time to think about it or reign it in, and there was a great deal of solemnity to his tone. Was he here to learn about new potions and cures or try to undo the past?
Bitting his bottom lip and shutting the door behind himself he bowed his head in slight apology. "Professor Lafay, sorry I'm late." Ducking his head a little, he slipped into the room and found himself a seat.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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