"I saw yesterday's blog entry," Miss Richards said appraisingly.
"Yeah?"
"Christian came to watch the band?"
Drew smiled a little.
"I saw him standing outside the common room. Only for a couple of songs, but the point is that he was there."
"Of course. How do you think he's going socially?"
"I don't think anyone else talks to him," Drew shrugged downheartedly, "I mean he wasn't very open when I first spoke to him, but at least he seems to be making an attempt. I think he's just waiting for someone else to make the first move."
"He is a little like that. I'm glad you've managed to talk to him. Do you know why no one else does?"
"The guys say because they don't want to get killed," Drew rolled his eyes, "I guess because he's high profile they're not going to give him a chance."
"What do you think will happen when you leave?"
"I don't know," Drew frowned, "he'll be more isolated I guess. Not that he isn't already, I mean I've only talked to him once."
"And you're going to continue to talk to him?"
"Of course," Drew assured, "I have to help him somehow."
Miss Richards smiled to herself, before closing her books.
"That'll be all for today Drew. Have a good night."
"You too Miss. See you tomorrow."
"You will. And good luck."