Chris leaned forward in his chair at the voice and looked up, "I am, and clearly using the space and time well." His smile was sharp. Was this guy from the Fawley family or something? He didn't look familiar but it was entirely possible they'd been in school together, but that didn't help Chris any. Were they checking up on him? They'd said he had a year, for Merlyn's sake.
Chris raised an eyebrow, "And you're not, I assume?" He still didn't stand, though.
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