GoodFellow slowed to a brisk walk as he came around the corner. It was a straight shot to the class. He came to collect her as soon as humanly possible. There were complications. Paperwork. A student to sort out. He was only three minutes behind schedule. Rather good for having all first year students who'd never heard of art.<br/><br/>He stepped to the open door and cleared his throat. "Mr. Graham, I assume everything is in order and I may collect my charge?"<br/><br/>Graham glanced over his glass frames at GoodFellow, "Your a lucky sot. This one can read. She might even do marginally well. Yes, she's all yours."<br/><br/>"Jolly good to hear that, sir." GoodFellow replied then spoke quietly to the girl, "Astrid, come!"