Mr. Engelnert classes were almost always boring. The old man leaned against his desk and spoke about series of things no one has ever seen.
Kevan brought his pocket watch to over his own desk, looking at the time for the one hundredth time. At least if he could skip the class and use the time in a better way, but he was near the absense's limit, and especially in the rector's exclusive subject, he couldn't afford to get himself in a worse position than he already was.
Several places in front of him, someone in the girls group must have told a private joke that made them laugh, causing a furious gaze from the teacher.
He must have put a question; Kevan didn't hear it, but one of the silly boys of the front row of seats answered to it.

Finally, much later than Kevan would like, Mr. Engelnert finished the class and they could leave the room. Immediately, three of the front students ran into the teacher's desk to clear out some doubt or to bribe the teacher with sympathy. Those greenies weren't aware those type of things didn't work well to the rector himself or maybe they wanted to give it a try anyway. Kevan gave them an indifference look and was moving out the room in the midst of other students through the door when the teacher called for him.

"Mr. Durrand! A word, if you may.. "

Okay, the old man was going to cause him more problems. Again.