Chapter 88-Not An Ugly Duckling
Helanie:
"Hello class, I’m Professor Emmet McQuoid, your class teacher, and I’ll be the one to teach you the history of wars, werewolves, other creatures, as well as herbs and weapons. Physical training, however, will be conducted by my brothers," he said, tossing the papers onto the podium, then quickly grabbing his glasses and putting them on.
I had never seen him wearing glasses before. I turned to check on Sydney and Salem, who were both exchanging glances—constantly looking at each other before finally turning to Emmet.
"So, let’s get started with the first class," he said, quickly adjusting his tie before lowering his head to begin flipping through the pages of the book he had brought with him.
As his head was down, I noticed him briefly raising his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment. His gaze landed directly on me, and then he quickly looked away as if he just wanted to confirm I was there.
He started the class by giving an introduction to the academy and explaining how and when it was established. The academy was actually built long before Lord McQuoid took over. In fact, it used to be an abandoned building, so they had to renovate it. But from what I gathered, most of the interior was kept the same when they added the furniture. The way he delivered his wisdom was quite captivating, and strangely enough, everyone was focused.
"That’ll be all," Emmet announced, slamming the book shut and giving us one last glance. His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer before he nodded and gathered his things to leave.
"I can’t believe this hunk spoke for five hours, and none of us got bored," Lucy remarked, perfectly capturing what everyone was thinking.
It was true. Five hours had flown by, and we’d written down so much. All the materials were in the vintage black-and-orange notebook Emmet had given me in the bag the other day—a thoughtful touch. Lucy and Gavin both complimented it too.