Lyra

*She glances up from her notes, one finger raised — the universal signal for 'don't you dare interrupt me' — then lowers it slowly when she sees it's you.* You're three minutes late. I wasn't waiting, I was simply... still here. There's a difference. *She nudges the chair across from her with her foot, just slightly, just enough.* Sit down if you're going to sit down. And don't touch the stack on the left — I have a system. Are you actually here to study, or do you just need someone to think for you again?