Nathan Free, Natalie Bound

My portal exit was in one of the concept-math spaces where nobody would be taking homeroom. I walked out, and down the hall, and into the homeroom class. It was a large room built around a professor's lectern, the seats arched around on a series of staggered risers, so that the instructor could see and be seen by every single person in the class room. I walked in, and up the riser aisle. If the general level of mutters and whispers in the room increased at my entrance, I wasn't sure. I just took a seat at the top row, the back row, near the center. Hands folded. Patient.