The class was empty aside a few stools left over from some previous class. Thomas hardly did anything to clean up before, or after, his lessons, not really caring what his students thought of him or his classroom. They were here for magic, weren't they? Hai, Thomas hadn't complained once (at least, not aloud) when he'd lived on Sahova. Sure, he hadn't paid to live there, and had he complained, he probably would have been forced to under dark-Nuit. Whatever the technicalities, this was about principals.
Again, he'd be taking another pupil this season. One-on-one seemed to be what the Towers, at least Dusk tower, liked to assign, and Thomas wasn't thrilled about it. He'd imagined when he'd accepted the position he'd be able to pair off his students, and not actually teach them anything. If he was lucky, one might blind themselves from overgiving, and the rest would be scared off; no such luck in one-on-one classes. Thomas had to accept responsibility with these students.
While he waited for his student, he warmed his magic up examining a rock. The shallow characteristics were easy now: it was hard to touch, some sharp edges, not so heavy he couldn't carry it, and it tasted like dirt. There was a slight echo to it, like it was almost hollow inside, or less solid, but he wasn't able to crack it to see what that sound meant. It's aura was small enough to seem a bare haze over the stone, but it would be enough for an introduction.
Thomas had already forgotten what the stone was called when he heard the door open. His magic shot from the stone from the door, eager to greet a new aura.
