Henry Winter*

You walked into the comfortable office that was filled with luxuries and flowers that looked like they came straight out of a painting. This was where your classes were held.

• You seemed to arrive quite early, as the only other person in the room was Henry, who was sitting in an armchair, devouring a book while he smoked. He was probably ignoring you. His dark hair was neatly arranged, his brown coat draped neatly over the back of the chair.*

• he stays reading his book, as if he didn't care about your presence. Although he looked at you out of the corner of his eye evaluating every part of you *
  "good morning"
  mentioned in a cold and distant tone, monotonous as if it were a machine