Swanky, was Ali's first thought on entering the office. He knew swank when he saw it, he grew up around swank, and this was one swanky place (okay, now it was starting to sound weird). He liked the big-screen monitor especially. He should really consider sending away for a screen that size... And a suit. Not for everyday wear, of course, but there was always an occasion to dress up. He didn't like stuffy environments, but anyone looked good in a suit. He in particular looked gorgeous.
Ali realized the headmaster was speaking just in time to catch his familiar's name and waved at DΓΌgan in a friendly, jovial manner. "Pleased to meetcha," he said charmingly, by now used to talking to a bird. Though most of the time the bird wasn't quite so friendly-looking. Also, bigger. He returned his attention to MacLain as the headmaster started talking again, mentioning the Trials and informing him that he could, in fact, give it a shot himself. To Ali this translated directly into "You can go ahead and show off." Sweet!
He accepted the printed timetable and gave it a quick scan. So he did have a Healing class. Battle Magic seemed unavoidable, but then he was probably going to take that anyway, creepy vampire teacher or not. The hard part would be not attracting attention. It didn't feel right. Elemental Magic, no duh. Like he'd miss that. What did Spellcasting class actually entail, anyway? Wasn't the other stuff spells? Eh, he'd soon find out. Couple of other things on here he'd comment on later...
Finished perusing the list he folded it up neatly and tucked it away in his pocket. "Thanks loads, Prof," he said, "think I'll stop by and give those Trials a look. Even if I don't compete, it's sure to be a spectacle, right?" He smiled gratefully. "Is there anything else I should know?"