Theo does not sleep through math, because Theo does not sleep through lessons, and also math isn't English or History.

Eventually, the bell goes and the lesson ends, and Theo goes out to the courtyard at the front of the school.

And Sadde shows up!

As does Willow!

"Hey!" says Theo. "So, uh. My dad won't be back for a while, so there's not much point going there straight away, if you have something else to do?"

"We never did get around to looking at those books, did we?"

"Oh yeah, good idea. Is Willow coming with?"

"Willow has already seen those books and is taking Latin, too. I could come, though."

Theo rolls his eyes. "Oh, okay, sure, you come. I'll have to let Willow know that you said she can't, though."

"Right."

"Let's go, then, shall we?"

"Sure," says Theo, and off they go.

Hand-hold?

Hand-hold!

Theo doesn't have anything to add on the way unless someone starts a conversation.

So they'll walk to Sadde's place in companionable silence!

Indeed they will!

And when they get there, what do they do? Is it reading the books? Theo bets it's reading the books.

Well, Theo can't really read them yet.

They arrive, Sadde leaves his bag in some corner, and says, "Welcome to my lair."

"You know I've been here before, right?" he says, smirking.

"Yes, but we were too busy making out for me to say this."

Willow will just leave her bag over there. "Sssso, do we get magical goodies, then?"

"Magical goodies? ... I don't think I asked you much about doing magic itself."

"Suppose you didn't," he says, and walks toward the room Theo had probably assumed was his parents'.

Willow follows!

Theo had been a bit busy to assume anything, but had he thought about it, he probably would have assumed as such. He follows too.

Sadde opens the door to reveal his magical abode! Well, it's kinda dark, but it's revealed when he turns on the light.

There's a shelf with a few magical tomes on it, and herbs, dried bits of animals, floating bits of animals in fluid, fluids, unlit incense, dolls, various wooden and stone carvings, cloth with drawings on it, cloth weaved in interesting patterns, amulets, containers, jars, plates, cabinets, and other miscellaneous objects strewn about on other shelves or the floot.

And in the middle of the room, a (currently-empty) cauldron.

Okay, blegh, ew. Floating bits of animals in fluid: not something Theo wants to look at, or even think about.

"Is all that really... necessary?" he asks, waving in the direction of the animals bits.