Hermit again

*Brownish-red leaves flowing through the wind into the wide open window, birds chirping from afar. Seems like everything was drowned in peacefulness. Amarah is sitting alone on the wooden table, writing something down on a thick leather cover notebook. The room was filled with empty desks. Surely, because the afternoon lesson was cancelled. There's no one else other than him. Until... "Oh, my bad. Did I disturb anything?" An unbelievably bright voice coming from the door, ruining the silence*