 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale Trent was here. In body. That had to count for something, right? His spirit was MIA.
After DADA, he'd been as good as a ghost save a few performative moments with his friends who were worried about him. It looked like today was the same. There was something happening under those pink locks, but the specifics of what were anyone's guess.
The fifth year didn't bother addressing the Professor when he walked in. He wasn't intentionally being rude. It was more like he didn't notice Recard standing there. And he wasn't much better when he wandered to his seat.
He sat silently and waited.
__________________  |