The class was nearing completion, and while Aaron should have felt relieved, he couldn't shake a discomfort. It bothered him that he couldn't place it, and he looked around the room to see if he could find a cause. All he saw was a woman looking at him, who didn't seem very concerned. Bored, even. Still, he felt uneasy. 

Just then, the class came to a close, much to Aaron's relief. The pen dropped, limp and lifeless in his lap. Reaching down, he completed the sentence it had been writing and packed it away, the notebooks into his messenger bag and the pen into the inner pocket of his jacket. Standing, he brushed what he could of his outfit smooth: a simple pair of black dress pants, some sensible black shoes, a soft pink dress shirt and a matching black suit jacket. It wasn't very formal, and nowhere near tailored, but it was pretty much on par with what most other students wore. Looking himself over as he pulled his jacket on, he couldn't spot anything glaringly unordinary. His charms were tucked into his shirt and out of sight, his rings were in his pocket, hair more or less neat... He couldn't see any reason why a girl would stare at him. The thought crossed his mind that she may fancy him, but he waved it away the instant it came. If for no other reason, he did [i]not[/i] have the time for [i]that.[/i]

He hung back as the other students tried to shuffle out all at once. He was in no hurry; this was his last class today and his aunts wouldn't expect him for a little while yet. In any case, he needed to get to the library before he went home anyway. He had a paper to write, and needed both reference material and a quiet place to get started. While he was free to use whatever magic he needed at home, the Maevyn crone residence was rarely quiet. 

Leaning against a wall and taking little notice of the man nearby, he watched as a girl who looked like she'd bee cut out of a formalwear catalogue virtually parted the crowd on her way out. He'd seen her before, but never spoken to her. He hadn't really spoken to many people in his classes, come to think of it. It was easier just to be polite when required, after all. If he started making friends, he'd have a much harder time covering up his family's... eccentricities. 

As he waited, he absently pulled at his earlobe, only to notice with horror that he'd forgotten to take his earring out. Paling, he pulled it out as quickly as he could and tucked it away in his pocket. Was [i]that[/i] why that girl had been staring? He couldn't believe his own stupidity. Any classmate who glanced in his direction would have seen the thing, and his family definitely did [i]not[/i] need any more suspicion. Half the town already thought they were Satanists, and his acting peculiar in public would not help.