Another late night stuck with old notebooks and even older textbooks. Courfeyrac was studying by the light of his candles, struggling to keep his focus on one line for too long. He found himself reading and re-reading the same sentence three or four times before actually comprehending it. By the time he got to the bottom of his page, and he had read the word legal as eagle, he figured it was time for a break.
He sat back from his desk and uncorked a bottle of wine. Making a silent toast, he drank deeply, sighing in contentment when he was done.