Lucius was late, he wasn't fond of being late but sometimes, it happened. His mother went to a party Sunday night and he was concerned about leaving her but she insisted that he had to. He had at least made sure that the neighbours knew and checked it, made sure her meds were nearby and prepared lunch. It was worth being late to ensure she was okay but that didn't quell the anxiety he felt.

As he hurried through the gates, he moved swiftly and carefully avoided running into Victor Zsasz as the other boy stopped in front of him. Of course it was Victor, he stood out a lot, given his lack of hair. Lucius paused and turned his head, looking at Victor as he stood there, looking confused and unsure. He knew he should rush by but at this point, late was late.

What was a little more anxiety? Especially because he was about to speak to Victor Zsasz. Nerds like him did not speak to Victor fucking Zsasz. "Excuse me, are you okay? You seem a little -- off."