Noah looked around the class in a moment of the teacher's distraction. A few familiar faces, Andol, Claire. He smiled to Claire right before the teacher turned around. By that point, he already had his eyes glued to the board again as he wrote. He was, like most students in the classroom, taking notes of everything important that was said.<br/>And then some.<br/>Noah flipped to a new page, his black pen instantly starting to write again. The scratching and scrawling of quiet penmanship could be heard around the room, like a silent addition to the teacher's lecture.