The Daily Grind: Learning and Stuff

"Yes!" Ferris said, jumping to his feet. "I almost forgot, my class starts now! Redfox! We have to hurry or we'll be late for his grand entrances!"
Redfox also jumped out of his chair. "Oh gosh! Yes! Wizzerve has the most dramatic entrances!" Redfox grabbed a handful of candied chestnuts and hurried after Ferris out of the hall with a quick, "see you later!"

Cursia tapped Celine on the shoulder as she was walking away. "Um...um... the Dark Magics class is being held on the lower floor." He did not really like speaking up about things, but the poor girl was new and how was she supposed to automatically know about the teacher's constant room changes. He hugged his books close to his chest, his long sleeves draping over his hands.

Cursia's face turned red as he ducked his head down behind the top of his books. "Oh, um, sure. No problem." He shuffled past her to lead the way. "Here, today it's down in the lower level one. It has a nice big space with special protections magics. So we're probably learning some fight moves or something."

Cursia stayed quiet, averting his gaze, as he led her down the stairs and the halls to the big room downstairs. Inside, there were a few students sitting in seats along the wall. Two looked up when Cursia and Celine walked in, then quietly returned to their books. Cursia tugged on Celine's sleeve and nodded towards two empty seats.

Cursia sat next to her and set his books on the floor by his feet except a thick black one with worn out pages. "You can share my book," he said holding it out to her.

The door to the room opened, and in walked someone who could only be the teacher. A very tall, broad man with jet black hair and brilliant pink eyes entered, carrying a few books under one arm. He looked rather menacing in short fighters robes of red and black. He dropped the books on a small, worn podium, then he looked around the room with eyes narrowed. "Hmph. Looks like we have some new faces. Just know that there won't be any hand holding here. I expect you to listen, learn, and study on your own if need be." He turned back to the podium and flipped open a book. "Go to the chapter with the heading 'Recognizing Mists.' We will start there for today as a review of yesterday's material. Newcomers: just follow along, and save your questions for later."

The teacher just launched right on into the lesson on reading mists and how the different colors and consistencies and weights of the mists could be read to determine the type of spell being summoned.
After reading for about fifteen minutes, he turned to the class. "I'm not picking on the newcomers. Just listen up and take notes. Now: can anyone tell me what the mist of an Aura Burning is like?"
One of the students raised their hand and readily replied: "a thick, inky smoke that drifts along the ground. Has a blue, black color to it. More like black with a blue tinge really."
The teacher nodded. "And go ahead and tell us what Aura Burning does?"
"It sets an unholy fire to the soul that burns away personality, emotions, and memories."
"Very good," said the teacher. "And you may as well go ahead adn tell us what spell is used to combat it."
The student thought a moment, then said, "Force of Will?"
"Is that a question?" the teacher asked.
"Um, well..."
The teacher shook his head. "You are correct, but don't second guess yourself. Hesitation is all it takes in battle to be overcome." He turned to the students. "Let's take a moment to practice an Aura Burning spell. Cursia: demonstrate it for us."