Heading to the laboratory with a leather bag around her body, was a certain redhead having a name of Arnoren and her nickname was Ren.
She had just finished the last of the afternoon classes. The Academy had been more open now to other sciences and the arts. She, was just one of the lucky few that had won the lottery which the Academy initiated, most likely Professor Heimerdinger’s idea. Perhaps.
But she was grateful to have this shift in her life—from living in the Undercity ever since she could walk. Now here, walking along the halls that belonged to the prestigious Academy.
So she made her way through the halls, lightly stretching, feeling the effects of the day on her. Despite the heavy classes, where either she’d get a wiring wrong, or a combination of chemicals to explode—she’d always look forward in the afternoon.
It had been two months utmost (probably or more) since they allowed visitations to the Old Wing, where the renowned founders of Hextech had worked.
Call it fate or destiny, but they had become friends and after every class or a free day—she would always come and visit.
When she was at the doorframe of the laboratory and to see it was open, she peeked out to observe. Arnoren could see the man, who she had known as Viktor, currently buried in his notes. She could see his lips moving and she thought maybe he was mumbling to himself just as he done when he was focused.
She wondered if she should push through in walking inside or maybe if she mentioned her presence—-it could probably help.
She reached out, yet feeling a bit hesitated, before knocking on the doorframe, supposedly loud and good for anyone to notice it.
“Uhm, anyone here?” She began, smiling lightly.