"I can't tell you where he is," the Gatekeeper said. "People like you come by every day. Professor Armitage can't meet with every single one of them."
Perhaps out of sympathy for his albinism and consideration for those on the margins of society, the Gatekeeper was very patient. He waved a hand.
"All right, go on in. If you don't want to draw too much attention, head into the stacks and find the book you want, then keep walking toward the back. In any section, the last few rows of shelves are usually empty. There are bags of fire sand back there, which can just about serve as a seat."
Just then, two students walked past, a man and a woman, probably a couple. They chatted as they went, and Hope heard words like "pharmacology class" and "super handsome teacher."
The girl had said "super handsome teacher." Hope glanced at the young man, trying not to make it obvious... His expression was calm, completely unruffled... In that case, either they weren't actually a couple, or that teacher was so handsome the young man couldn't argue.
Pharmacology class...
Hope looked at the Gatekeeper. "Was the class they mentioned taught by Dr. Francis Morgan?"
"Yes, that's him. You know about him? He'll be glad to hear he's already made a pretty good name for himself."
The Gatekeeper replied, then raised a hand to stop Hope as he opened his mouth.
"I know what you want to ask. You can go listen in; it's an open lecture, so anyone can attend. But if any students are standing, you can't sit... The students are usually the young men in brightly colored suits and ties.
"And if you go in looking like that, you'll definitely become the center of attention. The students will stop paying