From inside the classroom, Sam chuckled at the manically running students and pulled out a tablet. He had gotten to the school hours ago, sleep being to terrifying to contemplate, and had simply flown up to the third floor and taken at seat at a desk near the back. It was at the furthest distance from the window, and he was glad of that.

No one noticed him in that corner. In the dim light of the morning sun, his translucent body was practically invisible. Nervous about meeting a bunch of new people, he starting reading Thud, one of his favourite Discworld books, as a way to calm himself down. In the empty classroom, a ghostly student read. It was something out of an urban legend, the childish school ones that involve 'orrible murder.