Silence. Well, as close as one could get when living in close proximity with others. He could hear the soft footsteps of someone on the upper floor, another fifth year rolling around in their bed next door, or one of the many other that were caught by his ears. And with a quiet sigh, the slow sounds of his heartbeat joined back in once again. That was the sign for Raule to open his eyes and get off the bed. Swinging his legs off the side, he cradled his forehead for a moment as his vision returned to normal, the impenetrable blackness fading away. Sighing, he trudged over to the room’s washroom to freshen up for the dreadfully boring day ahead. The majority of classes taught at the Academy held little appeal to him, though he understood the need for certain subjects being taught. Others, like history with Mr. Jovice first thing this morning, not so much. 
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The midwinter air was chilly, but not terribly uncomfortable as it rushed into the room. Sitting at the open window, Raule watched the sun climb over the horizon absentmindedly. There wasn’t much he had to do until class began, and he had already had a bit of Academy fare yesterday. It was okay occasionally, but he would easily get sick of what was offered if he went every day, much less every meal. If he wasn’t what he was, Raule probably would have tried to get an extra hour or two of sleep. As it was though, sleep had never come easily for the past seven years, so it would have been a pointless endeavor to even try. Sighing, he eyed the produced cloud before it was wicked away in a gust of cold air. And then continued to let the time waste away.
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Unsurprisingly, given his “enthusiasm” for the upcoming lesson, Raule stepped into the classroom scant minutes before it was scheduled to begin. He met eyes with a few of his classmates, waved at some others, greeted them all, and found an empty seat. He had just settled in when the door hissed open again and their teacher, Mr. Jovice, walked in, though it was more accurate to describe it as a waddle. Sighing quietly, he dropped his chin in a hand propped up on the table and let his eyes wander. Simply napping wasn’t an option, more of an impossibility, and he had very little intention of actually listening to the man drone on. His other hand danced across the table’s display idly, sending soft vibrations through the desk with the feedback at max.