"Ah, don't remind me. You've been here less than me and already you've been promoted to the same position as me. Geez, lets see if you can dish out grades as well as you can earn them. Don't break too many young naive hearts along the way. I gotta go cover for Eron's class, he's out sick again. See ya at lunch!" He bid the young man goodbye, stopping to ruffle his familiar's hair. Familiars were usually rather picky with who they allowed to actually touch them, but Sterling's familiar had been around as long as Vincent had known him. They were all estentially one big family. 

 The boy's familiar stared up at him, a devious mind behind those large staring eyes of deep violets. Unmoving even when Sterling ruffled his hair, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up over his head, revealing only a tuft of hair, "Off course, I'll behave. I thought you knew me better than that!" The familiar scoffed, off course, he wasnt going to behave in the slightest. He had no cruel intentions, but that didn't mean he wasnt going to commit a little mischief. A few surprises in the student's desk, a little initiation before class. Mostly him creeping out majority of them, especially his master's brother. Oh he was going to rile him up so badly through out the whole year. His master's brother paling in comparison to his great Master. He didn't even know what he was doing coming here to this prestiges school.

 The shorter familiar holding on tightly to his Master, more gliding than running. Sweeping across the floor, he stepped infront of his Master and held out his hands in greeting towards the small group of mismatched students. Of all different shapes and sizes, Dante stood behind a tall half phantom. His spectral half floating lazily around his head creating a sort of misted halo. Dante felt out of place already. Keeping one hand along the wall to avoid tripping while he followed the group. Messy brown hair hidden under a hat, overshadowing his pasty complexion. Keeping his eyes down as the familiar addressed them, peeking up at his brother. Sterlung stood tall, looking smart in his crisp clean shirt.

 "Teachers' hot." He couldn't help but overhear from a pair of obvious twins. One with teal eyes and platinum blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, the other grinning back with bright pink eyes and ebony black hair in pigtails. An obvious use of glamor magick, the type of which was starting to become increasingly popular over actual cosmetics. Maybe he should learn a little to make himself look more like he always did though he didn't trust himself not to burn off a ear or take out an eye in the process. His magick having gone out of whack the past few days. Not working when it should and when it shouldn't. 

 The grey magick he had inherited from his mother's side suddenly gone bad, really bad. Becoming a much rare form known as blood magick, his power relying on feeding as much as keeping himself alive did. Becoming malignant if he didn't feed regularly, as if it was angry with him. He had never had his own power turn on him like that before, it was terrifying. He hoped to god that his Uncle's school would fix him somewhat.

 "Hello, everyone! My name is Sterling Chartarum. I'll be serving as one of your teachers." "And I shall be your teacher's assistant, I hope you all have a good time!" His familiar greeted, grinning as about half of the cohort shiverec under his unrelenting stare. This was going to be a fun year.