Tiberius was twirling his quill between his fingers, waiting for the first meeting of the year to begin. History club. Not his primary area of interest, but a good time, none-the-less. He nodded to the boy who sat next to him and idly looked around the room.

His eyes froze on a single student, walking through the doorway. Tiberius felt his pulse quicken and his stomach flip. The boy was moving further into the room and sitting at the head of the long table, eyes twinkling and smile bright. Tiberius swallowed hard, his mouth inexplicably dry.

Slapping at the arm of the boy next to him – Michel - but never moving his gaze, he whispered, urgently. “Who is that?”

Michel looked up. “Gabriel Martin. Sixth year. Why…” Michel looked to Tiberius’ face, then over to Gabriel. “Oh. OH.”

His face obviously flushed, Tiberius’ impulse was to leave the room immediately but his legs would just not move. He bit his lip and trained his eyes on the rather interesting wood grain of the table. Gabriel spoke to call the meeting to order and Tiberius felt a rush of confusion and excitement.

He… had some stuff to figure out.