The first day of a new term at Hidden High, the feeling of a new start. Or at least for most it was, others were returning simply because they had to. As one might expect on the first day of term a lot of people new to the school would be lost or confused. Saint Questrian was one of those new people. One step on campus and he already was lost. The tall, white haired teacher was one of the stranger sights at the school. Wearing a white lab coat over a pink dress shirt and blue tie with black sweats and sock-less feet clad in sandals. Not the best looking professor in history but he was the best that could be done.
As he walked slowly onto campus down the main road he had a cargo bag slung over his right shoulder with his fingers loosely keeping it from falling by a strap. In his left hand was a piece of paper that he read behind round glasses as he walked, not paying attention to the students he almost ran into. He occasionally said "Excuse me, pardon me." to people as he passed by in a lazy uncaring voice. The piece of paper was the manifesto for the school along with a map of the campus. He had a red X over what was supposed to be his classroom.
Coming to the main building he awkwardly climbed the steps, taking extra long strides because of his sandals. Many of the students stared in his direction as he went up these steps, rather staring at something they thought they would never see. Saint entered the main office after his navigation of the stairs and waved at the head secretary. "Hellooo!" He gave her a wide smile and lowered his hand. "I'm ah, here to get my schedual for the day? I'm the new teacher..." His voice trailed off as she held out another piece of paper, yellow this time. Saint grabbed it and added it to his growing stack in his hands. "Thanks! I'll be off then!" He exited the dead silent office.
His expression changed to a rather dismantled look. "Well, she was creepy." He said this allowed and went back down the stairs in a similar fashion as to when he went up them. Travelling towards the class rooms he traveled the halls looking for his classroom. "3B....3B.....Oh, here it is." Saint opened the door to the classroom and stepped inside. As it was before any classes the room was empty. Saint looked at his schedual that said his first period was English. Going to the desk and setting his cargo bag on the floor behind it he placed the papers ontop of the desk and rummaged inside his bag.
The bag had an extension spell on it so it could hold many times greater a space than it normally would. And so, he had alot of things stored in it for his classes. Bringing out a stack of books he started to spread them from desk to desk, one each. The books were all different from each other and consisted of very old renaissance novels and plays. Moving back to the front desk he points his finger at the sky and whispers a simple spell. A purple ring of energy in complex patterns spiraled around the tip of his finger. He pointed at the chalk and it floated in the air, flowing his finger as he spelled out his name across the board reading "Professor Saint Polain Questrian" and then wrote out the name of the class under it "English Literature".
Setting the chalk back on the side of the chalk board Saint turns and used a similar method for moving his desk from the middle of the front of the class to the farthest wall from the door, without even rustling the papers. He then began to unpack a variety of other books onto the top of his desk, extra pencils, and a laptop he had aquired just to help him teach. He had not mastered the use of it's so called "track pad" but he would learn eventually.
Saint settled into the desks chair and lit a white candle on his desk sitting in a gothic candle holder. He was ready to teach, and just as he had finished unpacking the bell for first period rang, and as it did he expected kids to come into his class or perhaps since it was the first day be in the wrong place. Just like that, the first child entered his room and took a seat automatically, not even looking at Saint at all and slumped his head into his backpack using it as a pillow. Another one came and then another, soon most of the seats were taken up.
Saint watched quietly and pretended to be reading one of his books as he waited for the bell signalling the end of passing period so he could begin the class. The last few students came in at the last minute just as the bell rang for the period to start. Standing up Saint put his book on his desk and presented himself to the class. "Welcome to my class everyone. First day of school again, ready to get back to work. If anyone wishes to know it is my first day here as well. New teacher I guess, so if I am having trouble I won't mind if you give me a hand. And in return I wish for us all to get along in here, otherwise rules will have to come into play." He could tell his speech was boring some of them, and he didn't blame them. He had gone through a similar process when he was in school, though that was a long time ago.
"Now then, this as some of you may know is an English Literature class. That means we are going to have to read. I know, reading is not for everyone but at least try to not drag behind when we read. Speaking of which, each of you have a different book sitting on your desk. These books will be your personal project to research. At the end of the semester each of you will choose one character in the book you read that resembles you in some way. But before we get to that, you will each read your books at least once through and we will discuss each one in turn. We will also be reading several other books as a class together and we will learn about the inspiration of the authors for these books. Any questions?" His long talking had put a couple of them to sleep already. Well, it's there grade at least, so he can't force them to pay attention.
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