Hey all. Again, so so so so so sorry for the really short chapter. I seriously have been having the worst writer's block, its terrible. But, here is a chapter nonetheless. Huge thanks to endiahna for reviewing. Enjoy, and don't forget to review!


The next morning Warren woke up late, big surprise, and rushed out of his room almost before he had his pants on all the way. He was not going to be late the first day of the new term. He ran into the Dinning Hall and grabbed the nearest bagel, quickly spreading the first thing he could reach on it, which turned out to be maple syrup, interesting combination, then ran out again, jamming half of the bagel into his mouth as he ran.

"Warren, wait!" called someone as he rushed out of the doors. Warren skidded to a stop and whirled around. It was Head Mistress Storm. "Don't forget your schedule for the semester," she said, smiling at him.

"Thanks," he mumbled, his mouth still full of bagel, and grabbed the paper she held out to him, turning and running off again. He glanced briefly at the paper, nearly knocking over seven younger students as he wasn't watching where he was going, and read just enough to know that his first class met in the gym, oh boy, the complete opposite end of the campus.

Even running he skidded into the gym a full two minutes after the bell, great.

"Thanks for joining us, kid," growled the professor sarcastically. The other boys in the class, an all boy class, Warren noticed, sniggered.

"Sorry, Professor-r," he stuttered, his heart all but stopping when he stopped long enough to look at the professor.

Mr. Logan stood in front of a cluster of twenty-five or so boys around Warren's own age, raising a cool eyebrow at him.

"I'm not 'Professor," Logan said, and Warren was quite certain that if Mr. Logan didn't stop staring straight at him, and his chest which a few flashes of where poking through his poorly buttoned shirt, soon, he would slid right through the floor and never be seen again.

But thankfully Mr. Logan quickly turned his gaze back to the class at large, "You kids got that?" he growled, "I'm not Mr., or Sir, or Professor, or any other ridiculous things you might wish to call me. I'm just Logan." The class nodded solemnly. Warren tried to creep over to join the other boys without being noticed, but was quite certain that they could all hear the pounding of his heart anyway, so he didn't think he was doing much good.

"Now that we're all clear on that," Logan grinned, in truth, a grin that didn't promise much fun, but make Warren's heart skip six more beats, "Lets start our semester of fun with twenty laps around the gym." The other boys grumbled, but reluctantly started to jog off, Warren behind the group and uncomfortable aware of Mr. Logan's eyes following him.