Lesson Four - Second Years

[Viktor Nickel]

Viktor drummed his fingers on the wood of his desk, glaring holes through the door to the classroom. Or at least that was what he was trying to do. His work on his darker projects was frustrating him to no end and, although he was bound to feel bad about it later, he was not above taking his frustration out on his students.

[Mirri Kinne]

"No, Oscar, you need to go back to the dorms. I'll be fine. I promise to take you hunting tomorrow, I have class now. scat brat!" Oscar had been a real problem since the last trip to the forest. Mirri was running late for history and now was in a bad mood. Hoping that class could put her in a better mood, she took a deep breath, forced a smile onto her face and walked confidently and hopefully cheerful into her class. But one look at professor Nickel, and her hopes were dashed. The smile disappeared as she quickly took a seat.