Fonsus followed his friends through the doors and down the hall. He missed Richard’s look, stuck in his own thoughts. The whole setup was weird. The director was far too casual about this. Or, perhaps, their plan was actually working? Truth be told, Fonsus was nervous about the whole operation. If they got caught, they’d alert his mom. Since she was [i]responsible for all three of them[/i]…! He really didn’t want to know the repercussions. 

Last-minute jitters were cast aside when the door opened, revealing their target. Despite their ulterior motives, relief swept through Fonsus at the familiar face. He guessed some part of him was worried over the professor. The professor, after all, used to teach his favorite class (probably the only one he’s proficient in). 

“Professor Clowers!” Fonsus said. His hand weighed on Richard’s shoulder and he gestured to his best friend. “This is Richard. He’s new! Transferred or something.” 

“Do you mind if we, uh, ask you some questions? We’ve got a new professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and we have a project we’re working on. We’re supposed to use references and we thought you’d make a great one…Being the, uh, previous…professor and all.”