Draivess lent his shoulders a bit of rest, rolling them back gently as he held his crossed arms resolutely. He gazed about emotionlessly at all of the gathered students. Really just looking at them for the sake of something for his eyes to do, though truthfully he was also assessing each of them, mere seconds holding analysis and opinion of a whole handful of students at a time. He gave a cursory glance to the other teachers, searching their faces for any sign of them actually starting any time soon. Madison looked as though he were about to say something, when a quiet voice spoke up, interrupting the cross-dresser. Why Mr. Lovette dabbled in women's fashion was rather beyond Draivess, but it was not as though he were going to be asking.
At the studentâs explanation, Dry quirked an eyebrow. Was this student for real? She really had no idea that she was a mage? Drey could have scoffed with disbelief had he not been in front of hundreds of students at that moment. His face remained blank as always. This girl was going to get
steamrolled. His gaze slid away from the two, tuning out Madiâs words as they werenât relevant to him. He could only pray that the small girl would be in neither of his classes, for gods knew he wouldnât have the patience to deal with her skittish nature nor her absolute lack of everything that pertained to them and their
entire world.
The room suddenly darkened, but Drey did not shift his position in the slightest. He already knew what was happening; he had been briefed on the introductory lecture earlier. Lovette went through the list of rules, having obviously practiced it beforehand in order to deliver it to perfection on the day. It showed a high level of professionality and a sharp respect for the job he and the other teachers were doing here. Dry kept his gaze solely on the sea of students before him, lips a stern, straight line, but no malice or irritation showed in his features. He wanted to see how the students responded, but for the most part they remained silent, some nodding while others just kept their focus on the front of the room. At least they were paying attention.
Madâs voice filled the room once more then, asking if any of the teachers had something to add to the general rules. Of all of the teachers, it was Toby who stepped up first. Drey was a little surprised at this, since from what very little he knew of the man-- and of all of the other teachers for that matter-- he had seemed to be somewhat shy and subordinate. He had expected another to take the lead, but perhaps the smaller man had managed to gather up his courage and didnât want to take the chance of losing it with time. Nonetheless, the man still stumbled and stuttered a bit throughout the speech, but that seemed to just be something to expect with Schippers. Draivess couldnât help but glance over towards him when he finished. The man looked utterly relieved, seeming to confirm Dreyâs suspicions about courage. He was glad that the little teacher had managed to get through it with so few bumps.
However, as Toby finished and sat back down, Drey waited for another teacher to speak up, and fully expected this to happen. Yet, he waited⊠and waited⊠and waited. Was no one really stepping up yet? It seemed as though they had left Toby hanging. In reality it had not been
too terribly long since Toby had finished, but it was getting to the point where they were quickly approaching a sort of awkward silence, about 20 to 25 seconds later. Drey did not bother to look at the other teachers during this, simply keeping his arms crossed and looking forward at the students. He really didnât want to be the next to speak, in fact had planned on going sometime last, but he was not about to leave a colleague hanging, or, furthermore, let any student think that they didnât have full control of the situation or were even hesitant about this introduction.
So, Mr. Ulftern stepped forward with absolute ease, confidence and comfort very apparent in his body language. It gave the very strong impression that they had intended for the small lull, had let the seconds pass by in order to instill the seriousness of Familiar matters, had used the time to look over the students and ensure they understood. It had not been a time to become lax in attention. After all, almost every aspect of what they were teaching was dangerous, and every single one of them should be taken with the utmost seriousness and respect. Failure to do so
would result in injury or death, and gods knew Draivess had enough of both for six lifetimes, whether in sheer number or lasting effects.
âDraivess Ulftern,â His voice rang out with strength and poise, demanding the attention of the students there as he introduced himself. There was
no mistaking him for a man who
wasnât in charge. He didnât seem to be particularly fazed about peculiarities with his name either, having purposely left out any âProfessorâ or âInstructorâ. In even his first words, his German accent was very pronounced, but it was clear and concise, easily understood and not hindering him in any manner of getting his point across.
âLevitation or Poisons? You are mine.â His voice was rich and full, but still it was clear that English wasnât his primary language-- thus the strange choice of wording.
âMy English will not always be perfect, but it will not be problem.â The expression of his form was so confident that indeed, surely there would be absolutely no reason for any student to find a problem with communicating with him. He almost seemed bored as he said this, as though to intone that âduh, of course it wonât, why would you ever think it would?â in both the smoothness of his voice and the command he seemed so easily to wield over himself and the room while he held it.
The muscled German leveled his gaze specifically at the students then as he continued,
âToxins will not be practiced outside of their specifically marked locations unless otherwise stated with supervision.â He shifted his posture lightly, uncrossing his arms and standing comfortably.
âI expect full respect to be given to mineself and my colleagues, and full attention imparted upon all aspects of teacher-student meetings and classes.â He was driving this particular rule in sharply by repeating itâit almost seemed directed at a particular white-haired student who had gotten up to go and interact with a very late arrival sometime between Lovette and Schipperâs speeches-- before moving his gaze and adding,
âYouâll find me terribly disappointed if thatâs not the case,â Draivess spoke this part as if he were giving a little pout, though almost with a playful smirk. He finished that thought then with,
âAnd absolutely unmerciful.â Any coyness about his prior remark dropped with the tone of absoluteness coming in when he completed said statement here. Strong, direct, and no room for negotiation in the things he had stated during his introduction. With a curt nod, he stepped back and slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, having said his part and now allowing the next teacher to step up.