17: Namor McKenzie (by Ryusaku Harada)

Once he was satisfied that his facemask was clean, Ryusaku hug it back up in his closet. It was close to lunchtime so he had time to visit the library. He should also talk to Noah De Haan at some point as he was the only person in the school better than him at maths. Well, some faculty were excluded from that generalisation. He wondered when he had started to get sloppy in his thinking.
He texted Noah to ask for his assistance with the maths he was stuck on, at a time to suit the other boy of course.
“It is lunchtime for the next two hours,” he told Namor. “Descend the main staircase at the front of the house and you will find the Refectory to your left.” He held out his phone with a schematic of the school floor plan on it as illustration. “You can’t miss it.”
Ryusaku supposed you could miss it if you were a complete moron but that was nothing more than natural selection coming into play.