My lovely little dove, please don't leave. Whatever you want you can have here, too, with me, we can share it. You're always leaving. Please stop leaving, it kills me every time.
He’s keeping his composure, but is definitely debated on the inside that she hasn’t even heard of him- what a blow to his ego.
Ahem.
“Well..” He tapped a finger against his chin. “Is faking it until you make it nothing more than just lying to oneself?”
“In due time, you’ll see I’m arguably a favorite among the students.” How cheeky.
Then, with a blink, he remember that, yes, he *was* tired. With a little wave of a hand, he’d respond, “Oh no, not terribly at least. Nothing I can’t handle.”
Oh, no i havent been in your class no.
So many classes in professors don't know them all. Easy to not recognize
[She nods giving a small smile]
You seem very tired, sir
Peeks an eye open.
Looks like a student. With a groan, he’s pulling himself up.
“Professor Wright, head of illusion magic and psychology. I haven’t had you in any of my classes yet, have I?”