Second Years - Second Lesson

Cobalt was sat at his desk, his right hand rolling a knife over his knuckles and fingers like other people would do a coin. The last lesson had become darker than before with the subject of assassination but the kids had to learn, at some point, that infiltration on it's own was worse than pointless. Sighing he looked at the subject on the board.

Exit.

Tessa had walked into the classroom and found a desk. While Yas laid beside of it , sleeping. She felt bad that she had missed the first lesson. But she knew that she would get caught up. But she sat there as she waited for class to start.

Sam sighed and walked to class tiredly, Sam looked nothing like herself she looked paler and much more tired Sam gave the professor a nod and she sat in a dark space where a desk was she watched the professor and hoped he didn't do like he did last time.

Seeing that his class had all arrived, Cobalt forced himself to stop playing with the knife, placing it slowly down on top of his desk lest he try to resume twirling it again. He coughed a little bit to get their attention before pointing to the board,

"Many of you will be wondering why the term 'exit' is on the board in an 'infiltration' lesson." he became with a small smirk, "Others are probably wondering why it's not 'escape'."

Cobalt shrugged a little bit,

"The answer is relatively simple." he pointed to the door, "That door is an exit. It's a means of escape. The window beside Miss Hawthorn is an exit. And even the wall behind me is an exit if you have enough force."

He looked back at his students with a small smile,

"When you infiltrate a place you walk in. What good is that if you can't walk out because you don't know where to go?" he tapped the board, "There is at least one more exit to this room. The person who tells me what it is gets 15 house points."

Sam looked at the window and nodded inwardly, she than heard the question and looked around the room she blinked she checked the window, wall, and door off her list in her head she gulped.

She couldn't risk getting an answer wrong she didn't want to, sighing she looked at the floor and blinked she raised her hand slowly and had doubt in the back of her head " Maybe the floor or ceiling?" Sam said a little unsurely she sunk in her chair mentally beat herself 'You got it wrong' a voice in her head told her she sighed inwardly.

Damien walked into infiltration class wishing this was one class he hated when he was late to it. Walking into class he saw that they were talking about means of exit from the room, looking around the room there are always options.

He was about to answer the floor and the ceiling when Sam had already made that comment.

Damien imagined every room you enter will have different ways but most generally the idea is the same for every room.

Xander followed Damien into class, glad he wasn't the only one late.

Taking a seat near the back he listened to Sam's response and agreed. He thought back on the last class when the professor had attacked a student, but it hadn't been real. Venturing to answer, not sure if he was right, Xander raised his hand.

"Could you maybe never even actually enter the room? Just create a double or an illusion or something?"