The heavy door opened.
Lucavion stood on the other side.
For someone scheduled to undergo an abnormal mana examination before sunrise, he looked remarkably unconcerned.
His black hair had been arranged with approximately the amount of care Selenne had come to expect from him, which was to say enough that nobody could call it disheveled without technically lying, while several strands still fell wherever they pleased across his forehead. His Academy coat sat properly over his shoulders, though the upper clasp remained undone, and one hand had already found its usual place inside a pocket.
Then there was the smile.
Selenne noticed that first.
Or, rather, she noticed the difference.
