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[b][color=gold]"Right, right,"[/color][/b] Mr. Man said nodding slightly, inwardly annoyed that Arcadius partially knew the right answer. [b][color=gold]"I'm glad at least one of my students is well schooled,"[/color][/b] He said, switching strategies. By complimenting Arcadius, and insulting the rest of the class it would turn the class against him. It would also make him have to work twice as hard for any recognition. Mr. Man was quite ruthless. He expected Arcadius to either succeed or break. There would be no gray area. Any slight success would be failure, any A- a slap in the face. A few students already turned to glare at him.

Mr. Man sighed as he looked around at the other 'mages' and almost scoffed at how ridiculous some of them looked. There were a few wearing actual wizard robes, which were always over sized and dorky looking. One or two had pathetic looking staffs, most without any actual enchantments. He picked up his book again, thumbing a page ahead, before snapping his fingers. The room had a lot of enchantments on it, and responded to his will and constant use made it imbued with similar muscle memory to that of, well, snapping his fingers. Slowly books floated off the shelves, each with the same blue cover, and neatly written gold text. The words were a lot more dull then the spectacle. As it reached each student they could read for themselves the less then magical words "Arcane Arts - Semester One" in beautiful typography.

[color=gold][b]"This will be your textbook. It will be easy to store with magic, and has no weight, nor mass. It barely exists, in fact. Forgetting about it, or looking away from it [i]will[/i] cause it to stop existing till you remember it again. Leave it anywhere you like, just don't forget it in my class"[/b][/color]-there was a slight pause as a few students chuckled, most more nervous then not-[color=gold][b]"Seriously, though. I hate reminding students about it. Now please read the first chapter, write a small summary, then preform the ritual on page d. I expect you all to have summoned a lesser demon by tomorrow. And yes I realize this isn't rituals, but arcane arts requires a slight knowledge of basic rituals. Also please inflict damage to your textbook if you find you have summoned a greater demon. I will banish it immediately. Don't be a hero about this, it's simple shit, that can and will go terribly wrong."[/b][/color]

After giving the speech, Mr. Man sat down, rubbing his forehead as if anxious. He let out a long sigh and picked up his book, reading it quickly, as he waited for the first student to stand up and ask why the book was in Greek, or why it was upside down and backwards, alternating which each line. The only page that wasn't tainted was page d, which detailed how to summon a scribe demon. Mr. Man was counting on the students figuring out that the scribe demon would help them decode the page. Unfortunately most people intelligent enough to figure this out, also were intelligent enough to complain about how easy the ritual was, or how easy casting a cipher-solving spell was. He was waiting for these students in particular, because he could give them advanced lessons.