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Lucien definitely has to drop a class. Well, technically he doesn't. He was very careful about the scheduling and requirements and even accounted for needing to catch a bus to south campus for his history classes. And yet, it is becoming painfully obvious that taking seven classes his first semester was not, in fact, a good idea. Which everyone told him but... well. He really didn't know what to major in and this seemed like obviously the easiest way to find out.
Still, he's at Intro to Agricultural Studies on time, and taking notes. He can decide what classes to drop later.
A Bell is love potioned on a Lucien in false daisy.
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A security guard leans in and knocks on the doorframe. "Professor Cardiello, we need to borrow one of your students, a Lucien?"
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And so here is a Lucien, trying to figure out if he missed a rule on the maximum number of classes and also why this would be relevant to campus security.
(He really should sleep more, during the precisely eight hours he has scheduled for that.)
The security guard looks kind of disgusted with him and doesn't explain of his own accord on the way to the security office.
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In the security hut there's another security guard and also, eyes closed and hugging her knees, a girl he's met a few times.
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This does nothing to resolve Lucien's confusion - he can't even remember the girl's name.
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"I uh. Don't know why I'm here? At all?" He is not actually so tired that he is taking seriously the possibility that this is because he is taking too many classes.
"You're trying to tell us someone else dosed her," says the security guard, unimpressed with this assertion.
"So how about you think about whether you want to stick to the story where you have no idea what happened."
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"I-really- is there a witch on staff who can confirm I'm telling the truth about not knowing anything about this, please?"
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"I'm um. Sorry?" Well, mostly he's sorry for the girl who's name he should definitely know but has awkwardly forgotten. She does not look to be having a good time at all.
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She really doesn't and is still refusing to look at him.
Security phones the witch. "Fifteen minutes," he reports when he's done on the phone.
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Lucien nods.
He sort of wants to know what is going on in more detail. But he doesn't actually need to and opening his mouth to say more things sounds.... stressful.