— @ofsilverspoons
The meeting hadn’t exactly been easy to schedule; her schedule and that of her professor’s conflicted much more than what could even remotely be considered convenient, but now, after quite a few adjustments (including, but not limited to, cancelling lunch plans with her cousin), she sat before him at last, settled rather cozily into a decently comfortable armchair. She’d just opened her mouth to speak when a knock at the door — sharp and certain — interrupted her, and before the man in front of her had a chance to invite them in (or better yet, turn them away), the door flew open, nearly hitting the stopper. Ria jumped slightly, irritation flashing in her blue eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at the intruder.
His grades, in some two odd decades, had never been a problem. Schoolwork had come easily to a lazy tech prodigy such as himself, and where his sister had taken whole summers to build projects, Mason had been known to finish an summer semester’s coursework in three weeks. He could have have finished all of his trig homework in a week, maybe, but fourteen year olds had lives to tend to as well, didn’t they?
The first returned exam in an intensive math course had come as a surprise to him, and Mason had done nothing since receiving it other than sit around being anxious until his professor’s office hours. It had crossed his mind on the walk over that it’d be easier to schedule an appointment, but that would involve waiting.
Mason Tyros didn’t wait.
“Excuse me, Professor,” he started, barging into the room. He’d knocked, but he hadn’t waited for a response. Perhaps if he had, he’d have realized someone else was in the room. Perhaps he’d have recognized her.
As it was, he didn’t, turning to her only for a split second. “This is really important,” Mason said to the girl, not registering her features in the least. “I’m sure you understand.”
