A/N: Here, something to pass the hours.
Clyde flipped his Modern notes into the bin and laughed. No more school! A Levels over!
"Uni, here I come," he shouted gleefully.
The Epsom campus of the University of Creative Artes was hopefully his destination and he was ready for it.
Rani was planning to join Luke at Oxford. He'd miss them – but it was only a couple of hours' drive.
He looked at his discarded Russian Revolution notes – rather, Rani's notes since she'd written them. He looked at her curved, squashy letters, tilting his head to read them.
Good luck, idiot.
Maybe he'd keep them. Just in case.