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There’s an unfamiliar figure clothed in teal cleric robes who shows up at the classroom entrance one stormy day in October.
He’s introduced as a sophomore, and the rest of their homeroom class turn to stare at the new student currently surveying the classroom with an unreadable gaze, each curious about the odd symbols on the cloth and the strange attire he’d worn.
Throné had only one concern:
Why the fuck was a sophomore in Calc BC?
Temenos shifts his gaze to her, then to the empty desk at her side.
Oh, shit.
Something told her this was going to be a very long year.