Thanks to Lena going back to her confident self, Trevor didn't have to worry about anybody messing with him during school, since her company was enough to make all other students step out of his way, including Duncan Esthose.

He was just throwing daggers with his eyes from afar but didn't have the balls to approach.

Trevor had those moments when he just wanted to go and confront him, so anybody wouldn't think that he is hiding behind Lena, but every time he managed to somehow get ahold of himself to not escalate the problem. At least not yet.

But he knew there was a day somewhere in the near future when he would kick Duncan's ass. That was something he was sure of.

For now, though, he tried his best to focus on classes. That's how he found himself in the enchantments classroom with a task given by the teacher to write a pattern on a page of paper that would set it on fire, and destroy it.

It was the first time they were handed such a task since before all they did, was focus on learning the symbols, grammar, and interaction between some of the signs in specific patterns.

There was a lot to learn, and during long trips to the library, he managed to produce a few dozen pages of notes. Now he tried to apply this knowledge on a piece of paper, carefully caligraphy Haddish symbols.

The task proved to be quite hard. Other students couldn't crack it as well. Including Lena, since he seemed to not give a crap about the task, so she didn't even try. Otherwise, she probably would easily finish it in a few minutes.

Vish Northon slowly walked around, checking on the efforts of teenagers, trying to solve the problem. From time to time stopping, to say a thing or two. Minutes were passing, and the teacher actually never wandered near Trevor, which at first escaped the boy, but as his frustration grew, he actually wanted to get some clues, like others.

He didn't want to ask Lena, because that would be embarrassing. Also, he wasn't really sure if she would share her knowledge anyway, so the only way to push forward was to increase the efforts.

He focused on the page so much, that he actually didn't spot it when Vish Northon finally appeared near his workstation.

- Why don't you let Miss Karcrow do it for you, Mister West? She is going to pull you through my class anyway, so why struggle? You think you can solve it? It's astonishing what a little bit of pity from the school board to give a scholarship to the likes of you can do to the ego of a young man, such as you.

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The boy raised his eyes, to look at the teacher, who raised his eyebrows like he was trying to taunt him. The whole class went silent, and despite the task, all of the students focused on the conversation between Vish Northon and Trevor.

- What? Surprised to hear the truth? Relax. Despite my opinion, I'm a man who dislikes conflict. As long as your team submits the necessary work, I'm willing to let you pass - he said and switched his attention to Lena. - But it makes me wonder... Are you some distant relative of Professor Winchester? Is that the reason why he decided to waste the spot in our scholarship program for someone from the fourth?

- Is harassing the student because of where they came from some kind of tradition in the third? - Lena suddenly asked, as her single eyebrow climbed its way up, on her forehead.

- If I were you, I would focus more on passing my class, than on exploring the tradition of the third district, because if you are going to let Mister West try his best here, you are still gonna fail. I wonder... What would your father say if he learned, that the core curriculum here, in the third, proved to be too much for you?

Not losing eye contact with the professor, Lena grabbed both quill and the piece of paper from Trevor, and slowly but with confidence calligraphed symbols one by one, until the flames took over the page, and turned it to black ashes.

- Hmm... So you know the basics? Wery well - the teacher smiled and turned around on his heel to walk away.

The lesson came to an end shortly after, and Trevor got out of the classroom as soon as he could, pissed off at the teacher. Lena was walking just behind him, and as soon as they managed to get out, she hissed under her breath:

- Piece of shit.

- What? - Trevor asked, surprised by the language she used.

- He is a piece of shit - she repeated herself. - Can't he understand the difference between us?

- The difference? - the boy asked confused. - He is a teacher, you are a student.

- He is a nobody, and I'm royalty - she snorted, and rolled her eyes.

Trevor couldn't really understand this whole difference between regular people and the great families, since in the fourth such a thing didn't really exist. There were few people with connections to, usually, relatives in the third, but it wasn't anything as grandiose as she was making of the 'difference' between her and everybody else.

The fact that other students were respecting Lena was normal for him since she was stronger, but that was the only real difference he could accept. The rest seemed more or less like nonsense to him.

- He is still a teacher, and you are a student - he pointed out.

- So what? He should know his place - she hissed at him and stormed off.

The boy sighed and followed her at a much slower pace since she was heading to their next class anyway, so he really didn't have much of a choice.

This whole thing made him yet again think of the hierarchy in the city, and how stupid it was. For Trevor, the fact of where a person was born had nothing to do with who that person was. To him, it was so fundamentally stupid, that he just couldn't believe others were accepting it.