Well. The end of term feast. Thornton just stood in the doorway for a moment, trying to take it all in. Opening seemed like just yesterday and he was trying to memorize the details. Just in case.

Walking in, his eyes settled, however, on something completely, disastrously unsettling.

HOOK.

The Professor had been looking for the book... Thornton remembered running into him and Penelope searching for it. He must have found it and.. wait. Thornton squinted as the man hugged the students in front of him. It didn't seem like Hook.. but it certainly didn't seem like Professor Flamsteed either.

Thornton stood, perhaps a little stupidly, unsure whether trying to skirt around the man was a good idea or sheer madness.