"This is my familiar!" Sterling introduced, pressing his side against the magical cat's before pulling away slowly. "It would be wise to be afraid of him," He added in a slightly hushed tone, though obviously his familiar was meant to hear it, too. There were a few chuckles and a few keys of nervous laughter. As Sterling motiined for them to follow him, the blonde slowly got to his feet, staring eerily at Dante all the while.

Hand still locked with his Familiar's, the boy smiled as the others followed him to his classroom. The mansion had a very classic, Victorian feel to it. In fact when he had first arrived, his first words were, "Wow, it's so posh!" This was, after all, a private property, not some measly public school. "Don't touch any of the paintings on the walls." Then, in the same casual tone, added darkly, "It'll take a while to get you back out..." Knowing it was impossible to navigate the house on the first day, Sterling offered a bit of advice.

"The school is like a maze, but in theory you only really need to know where your room is, and where your classes are. Oh, and you'll be assigned your rooms later, boys. You have to share a room with someone no matter what. Does anyone have a familiar yet?" He turned back to eye his new students. No one raised a hand. "Alright, well after the first semester, if you qualify, I'll be helping you with contracting one. You're going to see me a lot compared to your other teachers." 

"And why is that?" The blonde student asked calmly. Sterling smiled a bit. "The other teachers have to go on missions a lot, but since they're so badass they usually go alone. Buuut since I'm a student teacher, if I go on a mission I have to bring along some students so they can get a hands-on experience. So you should all try hard in my class so I pick you." He suggested. 

In a little while, they arrived at his classroom. Like every other room in the 'school', there were no cheap desks, no textbooks, though there were spell books in the back. There were three sofas and a rolling chair. Sitting on the chair, Sterling waited for everyone to take a seat. "Everyone's magic they are born with is different. In order for me to give you the best possible lessons, please state your name and your specialty magic. I," He paused for dramatic effect, "Use demon-mimicry magic. It's a dark art, and most of the skills are forbidden, but the stuff I can use is pretty amazing." A boy wearing a fedora raised his hand. "You can't use the bathroom." He slowly lowered his hand. 

"But, since you were so eager to raise your hand, why don't you start us of?" Sterling commanded with a toothy grin. This was fun. Startled, the boy nodded. "I'm... West Amberston, and I use gravity magic." Nodding, Sterling locked eyes with the other male, and waited expectantly for the rest of the class to go. The blonde volunteered next. "Klaus von Holstein. I use manipulation magic." Then a boy with charred orange hair was next. "Wolfgang Manazanar. Golem magic." He said, causing a few other students to gasp, but Sterling only nodded.

He wasn't paying attention, really. He could ask his familiar to remind him later. Speaking of, a teacher had told him his magic was getting stronger. Pretty soon, he would need more familiars to help him keep his magic in check. But when he brought it up to the boy, his familiar nearly gauged his eye out. So that was that.