"Courfeyrac?" Blondeau calls with a smile. I'm certain it must be the third time he's said it. I jump.
"Here!"
Blondeau puts a check next to my name, sighing. The student next to me snickers. He glances at me, seeing me for the first time, and holds out his hand.
"I'm Destler."
I shake it. "Courfeyrac."
He grins. "So I heard. One of the de Courfeyracs, then? I've heard of them."
"No, just…Courfeyrac."
"Fancy name," he comments.
"It was a gift," I whisper. "From a friend." He doesn't hear. I look down and clench my fist. It hurts to remember.