Ira was irate. So irate in fact she found no mirth in the pun which found itself floating around her mind, despite her usual predispositions towards such tawdry humor. She found herself travelling, an activity she had always found loathsome, especially when crossing realms. She had been called back to damnation to handle a chronic failure of a spirifer, and had been forced to cross the border between worlds twice in as many days. Despite her familiarity with the proceedings, the bureaucracy always frustrated her immensely. A barrage of questions, a requirement of oaths, reprimands and reminders for the better part of an hour, flanked by hours of interminable driving or uncomfortable minutes of magical teleportation. She was finally on her way back to Valor, awake at an hour she had not seen in years thanks to complications and controversies, driving along the motorway back to her day job.

Fortunately for her psyche, the roil of expensive engineering and the lilting cadences of relaxing music let her mind drift and wander as she drove. She had not taken to modern human technology as avidly as other denizens of perdition, but when she had found the funds for indulgence she had made sure to keep up with the auto industry's myriad developments. Cars were useless in hell, of course, but six figures of metal beneath one's feet made mundane travel much more acceptable. Her mind immediately found its way to her lesson plan for the day, or the lack thereof. She'd had no time, and despite her efforts at duplicating Abraham Lincoln, she had not managed to sketch one down on an envelope during her obnoxious travel. She'd have to wing it today, and hope the higher-ups didn't look to closely at her activities.

She finally pulled into the parking garage of Valor scant few minutes before the day began, thanking providence that she had a free period at the start of the day. She grabbed her comically large suitcases out of the comically small boot of her bright red car, thankful for both devilish physique and space-expanding magics as she carried a sturdy, if worn, iron trunk she could most likely fit inside without a great deal of difficulty. She drew the occasional stare, some mirthful and some not, but she paid them little mind. Rushing to her small quarters, she changed from the comfortable travel attire of trousers and a blouse to a much more elegant, and much more revealing, dress, deciding to indulge in the manufactured beauty of her figure.

Sufficiently fashionable, she walked with a much more elegant, confident gait to the staff room, and immediately deposited herself smoothly at her vibrantly decorated desk, thumbing on her computer as she retrieved a textbook, some paper and a pen, hoping to get a vague semblance of preparedness together before she was forced to lecture for nearly an hour.