Katherine watched with interest as the man approach. Each step slow and purposeful as he approached her, her eyes flickering from him to her classmates, trying to gain their reactions as he spoke and eventually retreated back to the front of the classroom.<br/>She exhaled a small breath, one she hadn't realised that she had been holding as she ran a hand through her fiery curled locks and tried to relax and focus on the words and sounds that escaped from his lips.<br/>As  Mr Lincoln trailed off and seemed to be whisked away into his own little world, the class nervously exchanged glances around the room as they all came to the sudden realisation of one thing. They were definitely going to have to put effort into this class now, actually work and Katherine couldn't help but smile slightly at the proposition.<br/><br/>She had always been a smart child, ever since a young age and parents had quickly forced high expectations onto her shoulders, burdening them with the goals they had failed to achieve for themselves and ones that had swiftly developed into her own, at least she believed they had. With two younger siblings, her brother a couple of years her junior, and her sister even more so it left Katherine in the lime light. Setting the standards that they would never have to reach, the one child whose achievements seemingly seemed to matter most as her siblings were ruled with a far more lenient hand than she had ever been graced with.<br/><br/>Her fingers niftly found the required page, skimming over the black ink and faded pictures that graced the thin paper before she glanced back up at him, her face again one of curiousity as he moved once more. This time in a different direction and obviously with a goal set in mind, his long fingers stretching for the latch on the window before it was shoved open and a gust of wind swept through the room. It sent the pages flickering at the edges, and her hair blustering against the side of her neck and cheeks as the coolness of the morning seemed to chill them to their bones.<br/><br/>The eccentric manner that he spoke and tried to force the experiences of those from a near century ago onto the class was completely captivating to Katherine. There was something so real with the way he spoke about history, much different to the monotone lectures they had been forced to endure before. It was like every situation he had experienced and had first hand knowledge of which was absurd of course. but it was like the very man was a history textbook to be explored and read over and over again until the corners of the pages were stained and crumpled from use.<br/><br/>At least to Katherine it was.<br/><br/>As she happily watched and listened to the lesson along with some of her peers, other grew restless and bored of the subject they had no real interest with and were just trying to struggle through their last year.<br/>The bell ringing through the school building broke the magical spell of his teaching, and breaking eye contact she quickly grabbed her books and shoved them into the bright red bag she carried before rising from her seat. Her attention now gone from him and focused on the friends around her as they discussed the lesson and new teacher, all the whilst believing they were out of hearing from him as the conversation quickly moved from the quality of his teaching to the perfect fit of his shirt which seemed to barely contain his shoulders.