Living on the Outskirts, Friday, Period 2

Today when the students came into the room, the layout was the same as always: Comfortable, relaxed. The shadowy corner had been entirely obliterated, and Jonothon was sitting and waiting for the lot, not bothering to use a chair so much as simply floating at the front of the room with his legs crossed and his hands resting in his lap, coat collar down so that his face was in plain sight.

( It's the last class before the break... )

[OCD up, class is open!]