Lysandre was walking through the college courtyard looking for his notebook, which he could have sworn was in his pocket. His eyes focus on the entrance of the college, seeing a woman with… no, his notebook in her hand. Without waiting, he runs to reach her.

“Excuse me, miss, this is mine. I was looking for it, where did you… find it…?” When the person turns around, he is surprised by who he sees in front of him. His gaze runs over her body from top to bottom as his heart beats thunderously in his chest. “Anon…?” His voice comes out in a whisper from surprise.