(Thomas's POV )
Thomas mind was finally at peace, his hands steadily titrating a new compound for Professor Vane.
The lab door slammed open, shattering his concentration.
FWOOSH.
A whirlwind of orange hair stormed in, making the glassware on his bench rattle.
"Thomas! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Thomas sighed, not looking up from his beaker. The solution was at a critical stage. "Lady Rosalie. You are not permitted in the advanced synthesis lab. And you are contaminating my sterile field."
"Oh, stop being so stuffy!" Rosalie Vanya shrieked, her face flushed. She leaned over his bench, her orange hair dangerously close to his bunsen burner.
"The Welcoming Ball is in six days!" she announced.
"I am aware," he said, adding a single, precise drop of reagent. "I am required to attend."
