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But at that moment, I only felt an unsettling sense of exposure. As Luke began his lecture, I braced myself for a barrage of arrogance, perhaps some intellectual showboating. As soon as he began to speak, I was surprised and caught off guard. His words were measured, articulate, and infused with a depth of understanding that made me feel like I was in the presence of a completely different person. My eyes kept locking with his as he spoke, and each time, there was a strange recognition, a mutual understanding that went beyond the lecture hall and the sea of students between us. My breaths became less shallow, and more rhythmic.

To wake Timmy up, I went home to take the toys that Linda had thought of as trash. To my surprise, as soon as I entered the apartment, I saw her acting sneakily. She was holding a stack of documents that caught my attention. I cleared my throat, startling her. She dropped the documents, and one of them with an official stamp stood out in particular. It turned out to be the termination paperwork from my previous company. There was another reason that I'd been let go.

“You sound like you hated it.” I sink into a familiar chair covered with scratchy, well-worn fabric and prop my laptop on my knees. “I don’t hate lecturing. It just felt odd, I guess. My previous lectures were all at the undergraduate level… physics 101, you know? The definition of matter versus now having to explain to a room full of physicists who lean more toward experimental physics why we’ll never fully understand the physical confines of our own universe.” “You could always come home. The temple in Moonrise would move mountains to have you within their ranks.”

The portrait on the opposite wall no longer looked ordinary. The eyes of his grandfather seemed to point toward a single bookshelf. Emma noticed it too. "Liam..." "I think he's showing us something." Liam stood immediately. They hurried toward the shelf. Dozens of books covered it. Most looked untouched. But one book stood out. Unlike the others, its spine was clean. Someone had handled it recently. Emma reached for it. "Wait," Liam said. "It could be another trap." Emma smiled nervously. "At this point, everything is a trap."

LUCA I stepped out of the lecture room and exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders as if that would shake off the weight of the past two hours. Trust me, lectures are one of the most stressful things I have ever had to endure. Sitting still, pretending to care, nodding at points that meant absolutely nothing to me. It was exhausting in a way that had nothing to do with physical strength. Even killing is easier. At least that requires clarity. This required patience. I clutched the textbook under my arm as I walked down the hallway, blending in with the other students who were laughing and talking about assignments and weekend plans. Their conversations felt distant, like background noise. I was

So I decided to make friends here. After all I have to survive a whole f*cking year here. Its Thursday today and lectures ends at 3:30 pm. The last lecture was about to start so I slipped my phone out of the pocket and immediately typed "Coffee together?!" He was busy scribbling something in his book, I glanced at him and then at the message I sent. Second thoughts flooding my mind. The lecture started, today's topic was lipid structure. I really suck at this, and spent whole lecture struggling to keep up with professor. The lecture ended after professor made sure to fill our hands with assignment topics and other work.

I feel so emotionally and physically drained from the session. "Good work today everyone! See you next week!" The lecturer shouts to us over the sound of students loading up their bags and eagerly escaping the lecture hall. I try to move a little faster than I usually do, I have a shift at the bookstore straight after this lecture and I really hate being late. I'm also far too polite, so I get stuck behind a wave of people who I've allowed to cut in front of me.

"I see you managed to scrub the swamp out of your hair. Truly a miracle, considering how deep you went in." Susan’s face turned an ugly, mottled red. "You got lucky yesterday, Bellona. But rumor has it our first class is a practical evaluation with Professor Hawthorne in the combat rings. Let's see how your pathetic human 'physics' work when there are no logs to hide behind."

I sprawled on my bed, textbooks temporarily forgotten, as my best friends, Favour and Gift, made themselves at home on the beanbag and floor cushions. “Okay, spill it,” Favour declared dramatically, her eyes wide as if she’d just uncovered the world’s greatest secret. “What happened in that lecture today? I swear, Professor Green looked like he was auditioning for a soap opera with all that dramatic flair.” I grinned, shaking my head. “Honestly, it was like he thought we’d all turn into philosophers overnight. He started with this quote—something about ‘the eternal dance of existentialism’ and I’m sitting there wondering if I should be solving quadratic equations instead.” I tossed a pillow

Tinkles' lectures were infamous – intense explorations of the past that often felt like thinly veiled interrogations. The lecture began, a deep dive into the history of the First War, a brutal conflict that had strained the relationship between humans and wolves for centuries. As Professor Tinkles delved into the consequences of the war, a suffocating tightness constricted Kate's chest. One specific point resonated deeply, the professor's words echoing in the room: "The decline in our magical abilities… a consequence of the weakened connection between humans and wolves."