Taff had only gotten to the second page of his textbook when his mind had begun to wander. He was staring at the page but he wasn't reading it. Every inch of the school had the same feel and it was a feeling Taff couldn't shake.
But it'd only been two days. He just needed to give it time right? That's what Daphne had said. That would fix the horrible feelings between him and Tristan as well... Seemed too good to be true.
Constantine didn't look up as he heard someone enter the room. At least not at first. "Sorry. This room's occupied," He said with a tone that implied he really wasn't all that sorry at all. He flicked his eyes up, expecting it to be a first or second year, but instead saw Ioan, with a look on his face that Taff couldn't place. "Me?" He replied, a little confused. He tossed his text book aside and rested his arm on his knee, raising an eyebrow.