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As soon as class was over, Lix meandered her way to the front of the room to speak with the professor.
"Ah, right, I've still got to explain the project to you, don't I, Miss Evenrun?"
Lix nodded, crossing her arms as he turned to sort through the papers on his desk. Seemingly finding what he wanted, he passed a a couple of sheets to her. They looked to be a rubric and general question prompts concerning what Lucifer mentioned earlier.
Looking it over curiously, she asked, "One of the other kids mentioned that this would be a project concerning the lore of…I believe he said, a golden demon and black angel? I have to admit, I'm a big fan of mythology, but I've never heard of anything quite like this. When did these myths originate?"
The professor sat down, cracking a smile at her perceived enthusiasm. "I'm glad you asked, but I'm afraid I can't tell you. I wouldn't want to give you an advantage that none of the other students have, now would I?"
Lix chewed on the inside of her cheek, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. If you knew the kind of advantage I have on this project, or at least half of it, I wonder if you'd even assign it, she thought, the papers crinkling in her hand and she gripped them a little tighter.
"I understand," she said instead, folding the guides and slipping them into her bag as she prepared to leave.
"One moment, Miss Evenrun," Professor Brown called out. "This project was supposed to be done in pairs–" Oh, of course it is "–but since you arrived late, I'll need to double check who else doesn't have a partner. If you could leave me your email so that I can contact you when I've finished, it would help," he explained.
I have a feeling I know who, she thought in mild amusement, thinking back to the empty seat next to Lucifer.
She quickly scrawled her number onto a sticky note, offering a quick, "I rarely check my email," in explanation as she did so.
With a nod and a wave, she was out.
"Well that was interesting and unhelpful," she muttered, before her eyes once again landed on the now-familiar figure of Lucifer. Deciding, hey, why the hell not?, she wandered over to stand by him, peering over his shoulder to see if she could identify what he was reading.
"I didn't peg you as the bookworm type," she said in place of announcing herself.