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Romana scowled as she felt someone poking her. 'What?' She turned and mouthed.
Saffron pointed to the front of the class. 'Look at what Tutor Braxiatel is doing.' She whispered.
Romana looked and saw that their tutor was bending over a sleeping figure. He had something in his hand, but it was too small to make out.
She watched as he stuffed the object in his pocket and sauntered back to his desk.
He waited until the boy who had been sleeping woke up and asked him to write his answers on the board.
As the boy finished and turned to go, the class erupted into shrieks of laughter. Romana wiped away tears of laughter. He had a pair of crude cat whiskers drawn on to his face.
The class howled their approval and the boy's face turned red. He stared down in embarrassment.
Tutor Braxiatel's voice cut through the racket, somehow managing to sound perfectly serious.
'You'll have to forgive my lack of drawing skills.'