northern downpour sends its love. [berwald]

[Tino Väinämöinen]

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

A rather loud boom of thunder shattered the silence, and made another person in the seemingly abandoned classroom flinch- The teacher. Of course, he hadn't noticed the thunder earlier over the loud whining of the power tools he was operating. When Berwald didn't have a class to teach, he liked to sit in his classroom and make things. Which is actually why the Swede chose this class to teach.

Despite his heavy accent, he really liked to teach to these students, and he really enjoyed to make things out of wood. A perfect combination. He was actually probably one of the only teachers here who actually enjoyed teaching.

He set his project aside, and looked to the one window he had open. Berwald left it open to let the wonderful sunlight flood in to light the classroom, but that was gone as heavy rain pelted the windows, giving everything a soothing atmosphere, bathing everything in a deep blue.

Sighing, he slid his safety goggles down and watched the rain bolt heavily on the windows, and moved to the wall. With a simple flick, classroom was filled with a yellowish light.

Upon returning to his work table, he noticed that he was running low on the nails. Turning on his heel, he headed to the large closet that held most of the tools and supplies for the class. It was a rather big closet, but it would have to be to have to hold such large instruments of construction. When he opened the door, though, he thought he was seeing things.

There was a student inside the work closet, curled up and humming loudly. The scene perplexed Berwald- Were they scared of the storm? "Hallå?" He mumbled deeply, staring down to the student. He may have had a mask of anger, but his inner thoughts were just confused as to why the student was there.

[Tino Väinämöinen]

" the smaller blond barely whispered, trembling all over as he started to back himself against the wall.[/ul][/font][/color]