Griffin sits in class staring directly at the teacher, looking as involved as ever, looking completely oblivious to the obviously very empty chairs around him.
No one can see the impatience on his face. No one can see the loneliness, worry or grief as he pastes a slight smile on his face. Answering any question required as he scribbles diligently into his notebook, typing furiously away on his computer.
From every angle, he is the perfect student. Not that he hasn't excelled in every subject before this. Not that he hasn't been diligent and hard working, but he has stepped it up to an unfathomable level.
Anyone looking from the outside would believe that he's completely unaffected by three of his friends disappearing from Wolfgrove in such a short time.
Finally, the bell to signal
