#class au

Going to graduate school was supposed to be less stressful than your undergraduate degree; there’s fewer classes, you’re studying what you love rather than needless general courses, the professors are more chill, etc. That was supposed to be true, but the first month of graduate school led Characters A and B to believe that they had successfully found their academic arch nemesis: each other. 

April applauded the King's entrance with the rest of the guests, pretending to can over the King's teeth (which, if she was honest – and she usually was – were difficult to discern from his previous set of teeth.) Looking around the ballroom, the King and Queen had started the opening dance. They were soon joined by Master Singh and his wife and various lords and ladies. 

“Might I have the honour of the next dance, milady?” A young man was at her side. 

“Of course, my lord.” The man seemed familiar to April, though she could not remember when she had seen him. She settled her hand on his shoulder, trying not to react when she felt him touch her waist. 

“Is this agreeable, milady?” Slowly, he began to circle, keeping perfect time. 

“Y-yes my lord.” April looked down at her feet, trying to keep up with the steps. The man slowly led her to an enclosed balcony. The music was muted, and the pale moonlight soft. 

“You’re the Master's son,” April realized with whom she was dancing. 

“Right now, I am dancing with a beautiful woman.”