The Watcher

The boy surveyed the room. He was tall, taller than most of the othee students. Taller than the teacher, even. But that wasn't a difficult feat; she was shorter than most of her normal-height students. He was silent as he stood near the door, watching, his glasses slightly askew on his nose. His hair was mussed, messy curls settled around his face. He licked his lips and supported his face with a hand under his chin.

He was a watcher.