When the teacher looked to the boy, named Daniel, the warlock's smile grew. This guy was pretty average,...then and again that's what made him a rather interesting study. Lukin would have to inquire as to his life so far. That was until he felt the sickly vibration coming off of the witch behind him. There was such a nervous energy radiating from her that it honestly made him feel a little jittery as well. He pushed out tendrils from himself, trying to give her some sort of calm energy before she set the whole classroom a-buzz. 

Honestly he was concentrating so hard on those tendrils that he hardly noticed his name being called, but with a little lopsided grin he stood. For a seventeen year old ...he was rather tall. Though the wired muscles that spanned his body told of a life with some discipline. His black hair hid the blue well, unless he flashed his feathers or shook it up. He did neither so no one could see the odd colors. The deep voice seemed to absorb into the walls, the lilting accent made into a caress by the power that went with it. It was obviously a voice that wasn't done maturing, but once it did it could either be the most wonderful sound, or a terrible thunder.  "Wonderful new year all, my name is Luke, my favorite color is turquoise....and my favorite author would have to be Anne Bishop." He gave a little head nod to the teacher before he sat down.