Leith jerked awake with a snort, a piece of paper stuck to the side of his face. Quickly, he peeled the paper off his cheek and looked around the room to see if anyone had seen that. They probably heard it, though, he realized, but luckily there was no one around to see that he was the one who had made that noise. He looked at the old book sitting on the table in front of him and sighed. It appeared that he had fallen asleep in the library again. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up to put the book back where he had found it, taking his notes with him.
In addition to his classes and being part of the Investigation Squad, Leith had begun some intensive research on demons and Demonmancers, learning anything that he could about the creatures. He had sat in on a couple of Tyrael's Demonmancy classes, but mostly he had done his research in the library. It had paid off, too. Not only had he found information on demons, but he had discovered an interesting ritual involving something called 'Totems.' As he tried to learn more on the subject of these Totems, he discovered that they were only mentioned in the books that look like they've been there for many, many years.
Brushing the thoughts of his research out of his mind, Leith left the library and headed towards his room to put his notes away. He chuckled when he noticed a group of students distance themselves from him as he approached. Over the six months before the attack, some people believed that he was a vampire, which made no sense to him since he only had one trait related to vampires; albinism, and even that wasn't pure albinism. Now, people avoided him because of his hand. The gauntlet that had fused to his hand had basically crushed it, from what he was told, so it was really his hand now. He had to go through the process of relearning his grip strength since the gauntlet had affected how hard his grip was. He had to also learn how to do write and do basic things with his left hand.
He looked at the shaky-looking scrawl of his notes. His writing was starting to look more legible. He frowned. It wasn't the worst, but it could be better. As he was contemplating his writing ability of his left hand, his foot caught on something and sent him sprawling to the floor. His notes went everywhere, and when he pulled himself off the ground, he chuckled at the sight of his papers all over the floor. With a sigh, he started the process of picking up his papers and making sure he didn't miss any.