“Good morning to you too, Kea,” Luke said as a grin appeared on his face. He had been looking for the male in class but hadn’t seen him yet. Luke swore Kea had said he was a 7th year but maybe that just had been the teacher assistant trying to make what happened between them okay. “I’m setting up for Monday and getting a bit of practice in myself. Fingers get itchy if I go to long without firing off an arrow. How are you? Adjusting well to being back here?”