Thomasina enters the room clutching an excercise book, a pot of ink and a pen. She pauses, just inside the door, and looks around the room, as though unsure what to do. Then her expression clears and she lifts her chin.*
Salve, magister. Are we to sit anywhere we wish? Or are there to be assigned seats?
Re: Classics
Salve, magister. Are we to sit anywhere we wish? Or are there to be assigned seats?