Draven sighed as Cain entered. "Of course the new guy is late." He rolled his eyes as Cain sat next to him. He looked out the window. The teacher came in and Draven was focused on his work. Writing notes as he looked up periodically to copy what the teacher wrote on the board. His brow was furrowed as he came across a more difficult question. He mumbled to himself as he worked. The bell rang for the end of class and everyone surged to the door. Draven held back so as not to get swept up in the crowd. As they started to disperse, Draven walked calmly to his dorm. He took his shirt off and lay down with his earbuds, letting the music consume him. He listened to the rhythm rather than the words. He played the various air instruments. He would lay there until the next class.