AN:
Hey everyone, Quick note about the chapter title. I realized the original title didn't quite fit the tone and content of this chapter, so I've changed it.
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The doors of the lecture hall swung shut with a quiet thud, cutting off the last sounds of the students leaving. Inside, the huge room went completely silent. Sunlight came through the tall arched windows, lighting up dust floating in the air.
Roan stayed standing near his desk in the upper row, his hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets. The lazy smirk he usually wore had faded into a blank, unreadable mask. Down at the front of the hall, Professor Lorien quietly gathered her lecture notes, stacking them neatly without looking up.
"You can drop the tragic act, Roan..." Lorien said softly, her cold, melodic voice carrying easily across the empty room. "The others are already halfway down the hall."
