Lesson Four - Fourth Years

[Richard Romain]

Richard drummed his fingers on the wood of his desk, glaring holes through the door to the classroom. Or at least that was what he was trying to do. His work against Briony's darker projects was frustrating him to no end and, although he was bound to feel bad about it later, he was not above taking his frustration out on his students.

[Lucas Woodham]

Lucas entered the classroom, muttered a "good morning" to the professor, and sat on his usual seat. It was the last lesson of the year, and it was probably important. Or not, but still - he liked being early.

He sighed and stuffed some books into his bag and taking out the one needed for the class.