[Sarah entered class and went to set up in a corner, but her eyes caught the back of Nathan's head. It'd been a few days since they last spoke. Sarah was more inclined to leave him alone, but after a moment's indecision, she set up near him. She pulled out her sketchbook and charcoal, laying them neatly on the table in front of her before going up to examine the box. A shake and a rattle and then she's back at her seat, beginning to draw a thimble and a fairy. Because that's what her imagination sees.
Sarah furtively looks over at Nathan once or twice before finally screwing up enough courage to utter her single syllable greeting.]