Lesson Four: Fourth Years

Irelia sat in her office with the door opened to classroom as she waited for the students to arrive. How she hated children. But she hated idiots so much more. Knowlesge was something she was always pursued and helping others in their path to it was task she was more then willing to do. And so she sat at the desk in her office, flipping through a history textbook, waiting for her students to arrive.

Karma walked into the classroom, her nose automatically wrinkling. What on earth was that smell?! She slid into a seat in the middle of the class and waited for it to start, nodding slightly at the teacher. She thumbed Ethon's ring, spinning it around her finger.