Lesson One - All Years

Viktor had been spending more and more time away from the world and he was very aware of this fact. He had been isolating himself, without meaning to at first. But when he realised what he was doing he took a look around and decided that it was actually probably the best course of action. Of course there were some his door was always open to, but to most people he had become a recluse.

There had been rumours that he wouldn't even return to Durmstrang this year.

But despite his rather reclusive tendencies, he was a professor at Durmstrang and that meant he was going to do the lessons as normal. Of course the students and other professors were unlikely to find him very chatty. For some reason he was... edgy. He'd started his training back up again in secret for no other reason than a very bad feeling. He hoped that his teaching might help the children with what was going to happen shortly.

Christielle entered the classroom and mumbled a greeting to the professor as she sat down. She took a deep breath while she pulled out her books. She hadn't been getting much sleep during the summer, including the night before, and she was feeling really tired. She hoped the lessons would be quick.

Othala still hadn't properly gotten over what had happened between her and the Doctor, she didn't think that she ever would because he had been so horrible to her, although she was growing up she was still a child in many ways and she had thought that she was the one being the adult in their argument.

Sighing a little bit she wandered into the class, really not in the mood or looking forwards to it at all, but she knew that since her exams were coming up soon she should make an effort to pay as much attention as possible in classes. Otherwise she might get bad grades and it would be harder to get ahead in later years.

Taking out her things, Othala lined them up on her desk and waited for the class to begin.