<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article9061813.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/Eddie-Redmayne-Main.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Oliver Twist<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Ethics professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://moviecelebs.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/sendhil-ramamurthy.jpg)<br/><strong>Name</strong>: Nathoo Khan<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> School Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/></div><br/>"Nat!" Called the thin voice over the crowd, with Ollie holding his hand up to catch the tall young man's attention. Even then for a moment, Ollie's mind drifted to a moment whenhe himself first heard the name and thought that the headmaster had actually said "Knot". The British accent didn't help either, of course.<br/><br/>For his part, the large young man spotted the teacher hailing him. In an attempt to cross the rushing river of other kids, he stopped and stepped aside, keeping an eye out for a moment that would allow him to make his way towards the shorter man. Even though Ollie was a teacher, it seemed that few of his students actually referred to him by the honorifics generally attributed to the adults in charge. Ollie seemed to forget he was a teacher so much as that he just had something he was always excited to share with the people around him. In fact, this last class was the first time in the semester that he had done anything so teacherly as assigning homework.<br/><br/>In fact, as soon as Nat managed to pass through an accommodating group of underclassmen, Ollie launched into an address of the homework assignment.<br/><br/>"Nat, good man. The paper you submitted." He passed the paper back to Nat, a black pen circling the number ninety three in the upper right corner. "I appreciate the work, it was well thought-out. You make some very good points. Please though, mind not submitting it written in red pen?" With a shrug, Ollie passed the briefcase he was carrying from one hand to the other. "Makes it a little difficult to mark it properly."<br/><br/>Nat nodded and tucked the paper under his arm, holding out a hand which the ethics teacher then shook. "Yes, sir, of course. Any other problems I should know about?" It was difficult to keep the petulance out of his voice, but Nathoo managed it, if just barely. Seven points off a perfect score was a little too big a gap to be comfortable. Ollie just shook his head, taking the offered handshake.<br/><br/>"Sorry, my friend, but you've managed to get a few key years mixed up. You have a spectacular grasp of time as it relates to you, you just seem to have a difficult time making it relate to the wider world. It's a learning curve, I'm afraid, and you'll just have to ride it out." He stopped just shy of truly lecturing the boy but cut him off after a moment when he realized the darker man was about to speak. "No, I know I haven't always put my foot down with it, but I'm afraid this time I really must insist. If I keep allowing it, you'll never learn to do it properly."<br/><br/>Nat nodded, slightly sullen with his failure and internally bolstered himself. If he was going to improve, it began with a decision. "Yes, sir, I'll be sure to keep an eye on it."<br/><br/>"That's a good man. Alright, then, off you are. And remember the library will always have those records for you if you need them."<br/><br/>As Ollie turned and closed the classroom door, locking it behind him, Nat waited for the right moment before he melted into the crowd, careful to disturb as few of his fellow classmates as possible.