Jenno was wandering through the corridors aimlessly, his dark eyes fixed on a book in front of him, gazing intently at the pages and occasionally flicking to the next one. He’d been training outside all morning and was now eager to get back to the book he had begun the night before and was now over half way through. He vaguely drifted past people, glancing up occasionally to make sure he didn’t collide with anyone, but everyone in this school was good at that anyway, so he didn’t need to try very hard. So reading could take up most of his attention and Jenno was happily losing himself in the pages of the textbook as he wandered.
His pale fingers lifted to flick another page when someone suddenly, and very obviously on purpose, slammed into the side of him, going out of their way to do so. The book tumbled to the ground and if Jenno hadn’t been so stunned by the sudden interruption he would have made a grab for and caught the heavy book. He silently gazed at the older boy, not recognising him, although he had a feeling he probably should from the way he was being stared at, then the other student gave a laugh and moved along, melting in with his crowd of friends… well, acquaintances were more common in this place. His black eyes gazed after him for a moment before he gave a small sigh and knelt down to pick up the book, ignoring the other students moving past him. He found it difficult to focus on more than one thing at once and now he wanted to see if the book was damaged. It was bad enough that when he had got it from the library some of the pages were turned down. Jenno hated that.
Muttering quietly to himself, in a world of his own Jenno made his way along the corridor and ignoring the fact that there was someone sat there, placed the heavy book down carefully and began to inspect it, pressing a page flat and running his fingers over the spine of the book, which was a history of poisons and their antidotes. Jenno already knew most of what lay inside, but he just loved reading these things again, making sure he hadn’t missed anything and picking up the extra little bits of information.
“Stupid idiot, born in a barn,” Jenno mumbled to himself, brushing a hand through his dark hair as a white tipped lock fell over his face.