Lesson Three - Fifth Years

[Konig Nickel]

Konig smiled slightly as he sat down behind his desk, setting his steaming cup of coffee down on the coaster. He had enjoyed the winter break a lot more than he usually would have done and it was all down to Raven and her efforts to act more sane around him. She was making brilliant progree. He sipped at his coffee as he waiting for his class to arrive.

[Lucian Ciero]

Lucian walked with purpose into his lesson, his encounter at the ball with Leon Becker was not forgotten and he knew that one day very soon he would be able to get revenge for what happened to his sister, what that cold bastard had done to her! His eyes flashed with anger as he sat down at his seat.

Feeling his tattoo flare up, Lucian struggled to bring his anger under control, and the runic tattoo's he had now made permenant helped distract him as he traced the lines on his skin. Taking a deep breath he looked at his professor, and waited for him to begin the class.

[Vladimir Wazowski]

Vladimir sighed softly, he wondered why everyone around him seemed to just dissappear when he needed them the most, he had shared things he hadn't with other people and then they had left him, just simply gone away and not gave him a parting word. The worry was overwhelming and he couldn't help but break under the strain at some points, but not today.

Sighing he sat down in his normal seat, gave a little wave to Lucian, who looked like he was having some serious problems of his own, and almost wanted to fall asleep at his desk.

[Konig Nickel]

Konig looked out over his class and was a little disappointed at the size of it. He had hoped against hope that there would be more pupils in his lessons after the winter break but they were the same size as ever. To this end he decided to make quality over quantity the name of the game,

"Alright class we're doing a quiz." he told them simply, "Twenty house points to the person who can me what a mind scape is."

[Vladimir Wazowski]

Vladimir blinked, he wondered if the Professor expected them to know exactly what this thing was, after all none of them really seemed too keen to venture a guess as to what it might be. Instead of panicking, he merely thought about things in a logical manner, maybe it had something to do with the layout of someone's mind, from the scape?

With a small sigh he ran his hand through his hair, he was so confused and he really wasn't in the mood to think about things like this when he felt like he did now. Raising his hand he ventured a guess;

"Is it something to do with the layout of your mind, maybe like a map or visual representation of some sort?" he asked, not really believing anything he said was correct.

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