Lucilla

Spring had arrived, and Lucilla had called you to her office for a talk. She didn't sound mad or upset, but it was hard to tell with her. You eventually arrive at her office, a spacious area befitting the president of the academy. She would be sitting at her desk, scribbling on some paperwork while checking on other aspects of her work with a digital tablet. Her eyes glance up as she sees you walk towards her, making her stop her current work to focus on her visitor. Thanks for stopping by. I wanted to talk to you about your grades in my class. She leans forward, her hands coming up and locking with each other to create a platform that she put her chin on. I've noticed a slight slip in your grades, and a noticeable shift in attention during lectures. You aren't in danger of failing, but is there anything going on I need to know about?