⸝⸝ classroom 4f

The tome was in a rather sorry state. The pages were worn from someone flipping through it often, but it must have been a long time since then since the book itself was dusty. Runic jargon sprawled over the entirety of its deep red cover.

Ezreal dusted off the cover while moving closer. His pockets jangled with treasure he probably picked up on his adventure.

“I’m not sure, but it sure was crazy getting it. My mom’s notes led me to an old Shuriman temple…”

Ezreal moved the papers in front of Hwei to the side and dropped the tome in front of him. He haphazardly swiped what seemed to be building remnants off of Hwei’s papers that fell from his shoulder.

“It was similar to where I got gauntlet! I’m sure this has something. Something my parents were looking for.”

A glowing quill hovered above a partially translated parchment, arcane ink bleeding ever so slightly onto the worn pages. Meanwhile, Hwei rested his head into his palm upon a propped arm and twirled a finger with his free hand to guide his tool. This was where he spent most of his time decipher forgotten languages and tangled spells, tucked away in a far corner of the school so he could be free of any disturbances.

Well, almost free.

A loud slam of the door abruptly swinging open and hitting the wall behind it startles Hwei’s concentration as his quill suddenly drops. He almost leaps from his seat, until he recognises who had so (rudely) barged in. This wasn’t the first occurrence of Ezreal stumbling into one of his spaces, declaring the urgency his latest discovery — Still, Hwei could never grow accustomed to his importunate entrances.

With a quiet sigh, he gestured to Ezreal with his hand to permit his entry. Hwei’s gaze falls down to the trail of sand that trekked behind him as he allowed himself inside, shaking his head before he turned his attention back to the tattered tome Ezreal clutched in his arms.

“What do you have for me this time?”

Ezreal couldn't remember the last time he had to run like that. He had been slacking on his exciting adventures, but he was buried in his parents notes, trying to trace their steps.
Who would have thought that him grabbing this tome would trigger the collapse of an entire temple? His mother's last archeological research notes had led him to this very tome. The problem was that he couldn't read it! He could make out some runic characters, but his runic knowledge wasn't enough.
He ran down the hallways, tracking sand with each step, not caring about the mess he was making.
He slammed open the door, a small pile of sand dropping at his feet.
"Researcher Hwei! I need your help."