Crucibles (Closed)

Sam wasn’t found in the library very often. For one, he had been banned by the librarian for setting a (supposedly) very nice dictionary on fire. In all fairness, he’d been in his first weeks at Hammel, and he’d been looking up and laughing at naughty words. It hadn’t been entirely his fault that the thing had caught fire.

Then again, he claimed that lots of things weren’t entirely his fault, but he always got blamed anyway. Such was life.

Maybe if he actually straightened up and settled down, things like that wouldn’t happen.

Today he was in the library primary because it was generally the last place anyone would think to look for him. He was meant to be in Math, but he’d ditched because algebra, despite having the word ‘bra’ in it, was far from interesting. He was sure Miss Rivera would kick his ass to Mexico later, but right now he didn’t care.

He was still irritated by the fact that his mother had told him that his little brother was joining him at Hammel. It was honestly the last thing he needed. Bryan was such a leech, and he didn’t want the brat anywhere near him. He’d enjoyed being states apart, but it appeared his joy was going to be cut short.

So, by his logic, cutting class and playing ninja in the library was much more fun. Especially when he came across a class working there. Perfect. He could blend in, pretend he belonged, and no one would be the wiser.

So long as Eli didn’t show up. The dude was a goddamned ninja at the best of times.

Grinning, the pyro slid into a seat at one of the tables, once again ignoring the concept of personal space. “Sooo.... what’re we studying? Is it pirates? Or cavemen?” Just because Mr. Tonaya was excellent at teaching the fun parts of history didn’t mean that all the teachers did. Still. He could hope.