She always arrived early and she always sat in the same place. She'd done that since the first time she'd sat in his class. Now, she went in and she smiled - blushing, of course. "Good afternoon, Professor," she mumbled and then, Perdita deviated from her usual, predictable behaviour. She found comfort in routine, she liked it and it made her feel like she was safe. But, right now, she had a job to do. So, she walked up to the Professor's desk. By the time she got there she was already shaking and Perdita considered that, if it wasn't for the fact that she knew and liked Professor Deadnut, she simply wouldn't be able to do this.
Two steps towards it, and she realised that her last thought wasn't true. No. She couldn't do it, plain and simple and so she veered back on track and sat at her usual seat. Then, she followed the rules. That was easier - and she was more able to do that, without needing to push herself beyond her ability to overcome her shyness.
She raised her hand.
Perdita knew that she was in a classroom, just her and the Professor - but it helped. It truly helped. When he finally spoke to her, she replied. "I'm doing my project," she said, "On the Watcher's Union in Egilrun." In the trials between when she'd been given the brochure and now, Perdita had carefully, meticulously, copied it. She now held up the original. "They gave me this," she smiled. "They said," she was sure that her cheeks were radiating heat. "They'd send you one. But you can have this if you want." That was the longest sentence she'd ever spoken to him. Even if it was, in fact, two sentences.
"And, they gave me a name," she said. "Loomis Klepe. He's studying here." She looked at her professor and asked, around her blushing cheeks. "Would you introduce me?"