He had made some changes—ones he'd totally forgotten to mention to Sloane. He peeked up and smiled sheepishly at her. "I may have told Alice," he admitted, glancing back down at the nearly-empty journal. He had a long way to go before he'd even gotten into the habit of filling his notebook, let alone succeeding with it, but that's what Alice was for. She'd keep him accountable. "She's got me using her organization system. Just so you know, she's crazy." Crazy, but smart. Smarter than he'd ever be.
A downcast expression settled on his face. He didn't want to think about what classes would look like without her. She was right in a way. She was a distraction, but it was the best kind; her presence made the worst classes bearable, and the fun ones that more fun. He frowned and shot her a sideways glance as he continued scribbling his notes. "I'll miss your pretty face," he said, a little to soft and a little too tender for the setting. Somewhere behind them another pair of students worked, and somewhere in the office behind the classroom the professor was preparing lessons. "And everyone else, of course," he added, a way to diffuse the tension and brush away the sadness he was now beginning to feel.
Meanwhile, their potion began bubbling.
A downcast expression settled on his face. He didn't want to think about what classes would look like without her. She was right in a way. She was a distraction, but it was the best kind; her presence made the worst classes bearable, and the fun ones that more fun. He frowned and shot her a sideways glance as he continued scribbling his notes. "I'll miss your pretty face," he said, a little to soft and a little too tender for the setting. Somewhere behind them another pair of students worked, and somewhere in the office behind the classroom the professor was preparing lessons. "And everyone else, of course," he added, a way to diffuse the tension and brush away the sadness he was now beginning to feel.
Meanwhile, their potion began bubbling.
