No AudioAlaric sits at his desk in the back, catching up on any notes he might've missed. There were the usual whispers and murmurs of rumors behind his back-- some good, some bad. Most of them were bad, actually. All of them. No one ever REALLY talked nice about him behind his back... Or to his face. So, he distances himself. He mumbles something under his breath, glances over his shoulder at one of the kids talking about him, and back down at his notes. He continues writing with his head down.
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