Lesson Four - Fifth 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.

[Vladimir Wazowski]

Vlad yawned slightly, having stayed up much too late last night, and shook his head slightly. He really needed to go to sleep earlier on school nights. It was beginning to really affect him in the morning lessons. In the afternoon lessons? Not so much. He sat down and waved slightly to the professor,

"Morning professor."