Sigh.
William sat by the window of the classroom, his elbow rested against the desk as his fingers loosely supported his chin.
Outside, the academy grounds stretched wide and orderly, and students moved in distant clusters; their voices were muted through the glass.
He watched them without really seeing them; his gaze was fixed outward while his thoughts stayed far from anything really.
Seraphine was absent today.
He knew why, or at least he thought he did, and he did not bother asking anyone about it.
She was with her mother.
That much was obvious.
Knowing that should have settled him, yet it did not.
What had happened the previous night kept circling in his mind like a persistent insect, impossible to ignore, no matter how many times he tried to brush it aside.
His head throbbed faintly, the dull ache refused to leave.
Now and then, a quiet sigh escaped him as he stared out of the window, his reflection was faintly visible against the glass.
"You seem worried."
