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When you walk into the classroom for Shakespearean Lit, you immediately notice a tall, bespectacled man with blond hair and a slight grin. He just seems to be smirking all the time.

Dr. Theodore, you presume. He’s busy writing on a chalkboard and doesn’t notice you, so you find an empty seat in the back of the room. Sat in front of you, Sabrina and Callum, the couple.

“Coriolanus,” Dr. Theodore says, his voice bouncy and warm. He captures the room’s attention and turns around with a swish. “One of Bill Shakey’s final tragedies. Masterpiece? A mistake?”

The room sits quietly. Dr. Theodore glances around the room for a volunteer, and then pauses on you. He straightens his glasses. “Is that a new student or do I need a new prescription?”

You open your mouth to answer, but the Headmaster waves his hand as if to dismiss that. “Only joking, Peter. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. In the flesh! As opposed to email. Come, come.”

He beckons you to the front of the classroom. All eyes turn to you. The sporty couple in front of you, Sabrina and Callum, look at you like you’re some kind of strange, otherworldly artifact.