Granger
Granger had found his way to the lecture hall with little reluctance. It was simple. Outside was cold, while the inside was warm and inviting. Even with too many faces that the young boy didn't know increased his heartbeat, calloused hands fidgeting at his side as he sat as far back as he could while feasibly still seeing whatever it was that was set out on the tables in the front. He's not surprised to see Cera's face at the front of the class but it doesn't stop his shoulders from pulling up to his ears in an effort to blend in as much as he could with the wood of his chair. The man was too kind for his own good, of course he would be a healer. The brunette rolls his eyes before leaning back in his chair.
