"No, it's too late for that now. And I'm no professor. Think of me more like a gym instructor. I teach battle magic." As if to emphasize this, he conjured a small blue magic orb into the air and let it explode in a shower of silent, harmless sparkles. 

My half-sister is the registrar, and will assign you your rooms and classes tomorrow. Her name is Pyria. And you are?" Asterion asked.