[h1][colour=firebrick]Alistair Kuruz[/colour][/h1]

The rune scarred teacher stood back and simply watched. He nodded to the head nurse as she looked and took care of his cursed friend. He bit his lip gently and rubbed his fingers through his hair once more before waiting for the Director to finish up. A tap across Alistair's head from the Director himself brought a dagger like glare from the young teacher. Another rub through the mop of black hair as he watched the Director in his childish glee. The mention of the Magus games made Alistair rub at the thin scar that marred the front of his pale chest, bifurcating the man's chest right down the midline. The very top of the scar poked out from the undone top three buttons of his dress shirt. He had received that in one of those Magus Games. Sometimes they were incessantly brutal. 

Then he mentioned Baphel’s Heir. Alistair looked up from under the rim of his glasses and he watched as the ripple of suspicion and aggression began from the front. It was like the Director had thrown a rock in a very deep pool. The ripple began with a single shout from an obviously Asiatic student and it extended outwards. Alistair simply watched, his eyes drilling holes in the Director’s head. How could he just go out and say that. Could he not see that this was going to rip each others throats out now. Especially with the promise of a modicum of his power. The shouting and swearing and outbursts continued. The Director disappeared. Alistair and the new teacher were left with a rambling shouting mess of students. The Prodigy sighed, walked forward and held one hand to his throat. The runes on his arms glimmered and his voice was immediately given unnatural volume. Thunder clouds spawned over the entire roof of the class. Alistair's hands making gestures to cast a spell. Individual runes flashing with crimson light. One arm crackled with energy while the other ignited into roaring flames.

[h2]"[colour=firebrick]SILENCE[/colour]"[/h2]

The unassuming, almost student looking teacher's smooth british voice boomed out with the unnatural volume his enchantment had given him. Thunder clapped around and lightning flashed threateningly in the dark clouds that now coated the entire classroom’s ceiling. Voice settled at Alistair’s display. A few were still threatening to throw spells. Lightning struck into them. It was enough to hurt and plant them on their asses but nothing more. Mostly as a display of power and that was all. 

“[colour=firebrick]I hope you all now realize that I am not a man to toy with[/colour]” Alistair began to pace up and down the length of the front row, his eyes flicking to individual faces. Especially those of Iravis and her few friends that were looking to leave “[colour=firebrick] While the issue of the Heir is a well deserved thing of attention, at the current time you are students[/colour]” He folded his hands behind his back as he continued to pace “[colour=firebrick] and I will be your teacher. I am Alistair Kuruz. Graduated from this very academy five years ago at the age of fifteen[/colour]” He breathed out and calmed the storms “[colour=firebrick] I suggest this is why you stay in my good books if you wish to learn[/colour]” the british mage finished his speech by returning to his desk, putting his feet up and lighting another smoke.