Ian looked awkwardly around the room as she retrieved a glass of water for him. He did it more to be polite than anything and a glass of water seemed the least troublesome. When she sat down on her couch, Ian looked around and chose a seat as far on the other side of the couch as he could get. He didn't want to seem overly comfortable, because he was completely nervous. How did one start a conversation about fitting in?

Well, professor. First off, I'm sorry for missing class. I'm dealing it's some stuff and I was speaking to my head of house. Thank you for saving one of the crystal balls for me. This is one of my favorite classes and I was determined to do the homework. I was pretty excited about it when I saw we were working with crystal balls. he took a sip of water! that turned out to be too much and he had to lift up his chin and allow the water to slide down his throat. It felt for a moment like he'd swallowed a ball as it traveled through his esophagus in a clump. He must of looked like an idiot. He blushed and looked down at his trainers. How was he ever going to finish this conversation. He felt like an ickle firstie and kind of foolish.