<strong>Professor Terrigan Snow.</strong><br/>Tags: Open.<br/><br/>A sound that wasn't screams (for once) interrupted his meditations, and he pulled his earbuds out, cocking his head to listen. The professor unfolded his legs from their criss-crossed position and leapt off of his desk quietly, running shoes wrapped in cloth making little to no noise on the tiled floor. Humming to himself, he calmly strode over to his classroom's exit, which happened to be the same door as the entrance, as the room had only the single door, and massive windows that were currently barred with wooden planks. The diffuse light cast an eerie mood on the classroom, scars of sunlight marring the otherwise shadowy room as the man slipped his MP3 device into his two-piece suit's pocket.<br/><br/>With sure, lithe steps, the philosopher picked up his umbrella and black trench coat, shrugging on the coat and swinging the umbrella in his right, dominant hand. He ceased his humming as he eased open the recently-oiled door, ignoring the walker that shambled away from him. Adjusting his tie, Terrigan began walking quickly and quietly towards the source of the sounds, which happened to be his second-favourite place on the entire campus: the canteen.