Professor X
Buck was unloading his first box of books onto the shelf in his temporary office. It was a beautiful office, the kind that was probably here before his great grandfather was even an embryo, and definitely way before his modern state-of-the-art office at his previous university. He didn’t really have a preference for either, but his books did seem to feel more at home in this one.
He was only set to be here for a semester, and given the winters here, he wasn’t really sure he’d want to make this a repeat, but “try something new” his mother had told him. “about time you get out of that bubble of yours.” So here he was, doing just that.














