Chapter 231: Class Is Now In Session
After such an exciting weekend, teaching his first class seemed like a good way to wind down.
Making sure to wear his "access pin" under Mimzy, Kir spent his morning at the school investigating the new library. While Lumin said she’d had copies of every book in the school for her own collection, Kir had no way of verifying it. But he did know that the girls’ dorm had lost the entire collection of "less than proper" fiction they’d built up over years and generations.
He wondered how Stella would handle learning her first steady source of lust was now in the possession of his father and associated demons. For his part, Kir hoped that book never saw the light of day again.
His subject of study for the day was enchanting. Refreshing the basics and trying to figure out how it might be used to best effect. The afternoon, and his first class, was upon him before he knew it - mostly because he got so deep into his study that he wound up skipping lunch.
When he finally noticed it was close to time, he got up and returned the books he’d borrowed before heading across the new campus. His assigned classroom was a newly built structure, with plain, magic-wrought and seamless stone on the outside - painted white to match the manor - and an amphitheater-style room where one could see a fairly large stretch of the promontory from the windows at the top.
He was twenty minutes early, but his first student was already sitting at the bottom row, scratching notes onto paper.
She failed to notice Kir right up until he was behind the podium, when she jumped in her seat.
"Oh, Professor. I didn’t see you," she blushed, then stood and curtsied. The girl was elven, slightly tan of skin and very pink of hair. She was dressed in the standard black uniform with a skirt. The uniform was edged with the green trimming of a fifth year. "I’m Keiya Menaeon Lihros."
Kir had been looking around the podium, where he found an ink bottle but no convenient scraps of paper, having brought none himself but what he intended to hand out. "Good to see you early," Kir said. Turning, he saw the usual black slate that was in most classrooms, and a roughly-shaped finger of chalk.
He wrote his name on the board before dusting off his hands and turning to face her. She was still standing.
"You can sit, Keiya," he said.