Mar 14, 2020
@lilmissgidget
Berlioz was sitting in a cafe, grading some papers, and enjoying a coffee and pastry. He’d gotten through most of them already but it seemed like his work was never done. He tried to keep up with grading in a timely fashion but he often slipped behind. He set his pen down and pushed his glasses up so he could rub his eyes. When they fell back into place he noticed a familiar girl sat at the table across from him. “Arabella, right?” he asked. “You’re friends with my sister. Marie.”