Professor McKillings was roaming the halls of LDS, leaving his students to duel and socialize in his Tribute Summoning class. The lesson he had planned to teach would come later, but first, he decided a nice morning stroll around campus would be a better way to start off his day rather than sitting around in his noisy classroom watching students' subpar techniques. Besides, after this morning's exhibition duel, most if not all of the students were fired up, so McKillings figured that after they released their energy, they would be much easier to teach.

As he turned a corner, he saw a lone student peeking in to closed doors curiously. McKillings frowned at the display of disrespect and planned to intervene, but a startled expression on the students face stopped him. He watched the scene unfold, a grin on his face as he guessed what exactly was going on.

The student took a step back, almost paralyzed by what had been seen upon opening the door. "Uhm... Professor? What are [i]you[/i] doing?" the student forced himself to say. "I think the better question is," Professor Alexander's unmistakable voice poured out of the doorway like a flood, "what are [i]you[/i] doing?" And just like that, paper airplanes. They were everywhere, like bees, as if the boy had disturbed their hive. The child ran away screaming, and McKillings let out a laugh. He made his way towards the door and picked up a stray paper plane as he did, examining it in his hand. "So, Alexander," McKillings started with an amused grin. "You must show me how to make these." He handed the plane he had picked up to Alexander politely.