There he was...
Standing in his own classroom for once. Last he remembered, at least that is something he can remember well, he has been a student here. This time, it would be him behind the desk, teaching the new generation his magic. After he put up his ad on a board he did not expect anyone to actually join. But when he returned, a few names had found themselves on the list and it made him glad. Xandiel was always serious about his craft and it was nice to see people, students, being interested in what he could offer.
Turning around, he faced the blackboard once again, looking at what he wrote on it for today. It was the first day, after all, more of an introduction than anything else. Looking through the notes in his hands, written in horrible handwriting which would most likely be gibberish for anyone but him, all the circles and parts he had drawn the nights before, he found himself ready for whatever they could ask, whatever they would be like.
Looking back over the classroom, empty for now, all seats and tables were arranged orderly. Everyone should have a good look on what he would teach them in the days and weeks to come. His gaze went over to the clock hanging over the doorframe. Still ten whole minutes until class will start. Should try to relax some, after all they are just students, not some high court wizards who will incinerate me on the spot for any mistake...
Standing in his own classroom for once. Last he remembered, at least that is something he can remember well, he has been a student here. This time, it would be him behind the desk, teaching the new generation his magic. After he put up his ad on a board he did not expect anyone to actually join. But when he returned, a few names had found themselves on the list and it made him glad. Xandiel was always serious about his craft and it was nice to see people, students, being interested in what he could offer.
Turning around, he faced the blackboard once again, looking at what he wrote on it for today. It was the first day, after all, more of an introduction than anything else. Looking through the notes in his hands, written in horrible handwriting which would most likely be gibberish for anyone but him, all the circles and parts he had drawn the nights before, he found himself ready for whatever they could ask, whatever they would be like.
Looking back over the classroom, empty for now, all seats and tables were arranged orderly. Everyone should have a good look on what he would teach them in the days and weeks to come. His gaze went over to the clock hanging over the doorframe. Still ten whole minutes until class will start. Should try to relax some, after all they are just students, not some high court wizards who will incinerate me on the spot for any mistake...