“Have you started the assignment?”
He cracked open the freshly-printed paperback, curling the cover back. Rules and Regulations Regarding Anti-Gravity was by the illustrious Prof Morrison, recently decorated; he had surprised scholars by deciphering centuries-old tomes, writing an incredibly elegant magical program.
Hours passed, the sun creeping into the snug covers of nighttime. The boy, brushing an auburn strand from his damp forehead, leant occasionally to his rectangular device, executing the program presented. When he felt the tug of sleep, the moon was high.
However, the charm seemed to work too well. The anti-gravity book was impossible to put down.
(I won’t be claiming this one, since it was agreed to alternate authors :>)