"And zat, my students, is the outlining plot of Homers famous poem, ze Illiad." A man, if one would be so kind enough to call him that, paced back and fourth across a stage. A book was held in his gloved hands, its cover a soft tan, browns and blues painted in greek stylings. His hands obscured the title from being seen, but the teens before him all knew what the book was, as it was the story that he had been lecturing the students on for the class. "Of course, you should already have known all of zat if you did your vurk as vus instructed." He leered to a few of the teens, granting him shifty and nervous smiles in return as they knew that he knew they skipped out on their reading.

He seemed confident in his words, almost to a point where it could be considered cocky. However close to the truth that was, it was not entirely correct. His blue skin, pointed ears, glowing eyes and floating prehensile tail gave him a rather demonic appearance that he was not always proud of. 

His hair, grown down to almost touch his chin, was silky and smooth, not that he would allow anyone to touch it. He wore a simple back coat with a high collar and a pair of loose fitting jeans to allow him to move as he pleased. However, that stopped down at his feet, where glove-like fittings covered his unusual, two-toed feet. 

He was comfortable, how he walked so easily back and fourth on the stage as his students looked up him from the ground and in the stands. He wanted for them to be comfortable in where they learned in his class. They could choose to be on the stage, sitting down on the ground just before him, or further back in the stands if they felt so inclined to be there. Relative distance never mattered much to him, the acoustics were wonderful in the theater hall and everyone from any seat would be able to hear him clearly. 

He cleared his throat to speak, but something in one of the seats had forced him to pause. A single brow raised in curiosity, his feet stopped and his body turned to face the object of his thoughts. "Oh?" He smiled and looked to his students, nodding in the direction of one sleeping Shawn In. "It appears zat someone has forgotten zat zis is ze time for learning, not for sleeping." He smiled wickedly as he neared the boy sleeping in one of the chairs, his arm propped up to support his head. 

The Drama teacher could hear the class talking among themselves to decide the fate of the unlucky boy who had made the mistake of falling asleep before the most mischievous teacher in the school. 

He dropped off the stage with ease, stepping slowly and carefully to see the sleeping boy as he sat there in the seat. Upon further inspection, the boy had been trying to stay awake. smuggled energy drinks could be seen on the floor next to his feet, all empty as he attempted to keep himself from this fate. Notecards and notes in general were all over the small table that sprang up from the arm of the seat, spilling onto the ground. Of course, the book of today's topic, the Iliad, was resting underneath Shawn's elbow. The bookmark, barely sticking out from between the papers was near the end, but not close to finished. 

The teacher smiled and looked back at his students. Try as he might, there was no way that he wasn't going to punish Shawn for falling asleep. For getting so close, he might pull a punch or two, but the boy did need to get his act together. 

"So, class." He said to his students. "What shall ve be doing with Mister In here? Hang him from ze ceiling? Put him in costume? Pretend as if he had slept through the millennia and woken up to disaster?" There were so many possibilities, but the pranking would have to be halted for now. 

His hand slowly reached up to his temple, his eyes widening as he received a message from the Headmaster of the institute, Charles Xavier himself. 

"Oh? Iz he here zat soon? I vill make sure that the class velcomes him with open arms. Who will be escorting him here?" He knew that Charles could simply read his thoughts, but he simply preferred to speak aloud instead.

"That would be me." The legendary Boy Scout of the X-Men himself, Scott Summers, opened the door to the theater hall and stood as dramatically as he could, a young boy with a closely shaved head standing next to him. Scott's hand rested upon the young boy's shoulders. He patted the shoulder and took a step forward, ushering the boy forward.

"Kurt, I'll leave him with you." The students, especially the younger ones, never got tired of seeing the big faces of the X-Men around, especially Ororo, Scott, and Raven. Scott wasn't quick to leave, but said little else as Kurt nodded back to him and left the boy continuing on his path to Nightcrawler. Briefly, he paused and turned back around. "Oh, right. The Professor wanted me to let you know that Doc Clement.... Something about him. Don't be surprised if he pops up, Professor wants to make sure the boy if adjusting well medically."

"Evervone," Kurt smiled at his students. "Zis is Peter, and he will be joining all of you in my class, and possibly other classes. He has been here for a few days, but ze long flight has left him tired, so he is starting school today." Just like how Scott did, Kurt patted the boy on his shoulders and allowed him to take any spot that he saw fit, so long as it wasn't already occupied by someone else. 

In a puff of blue smoke, he appeared back on the stage, posed and pointed at the sleeping boy. "Back to the task at hand." He chuckled. "Who has ideas for a harmless prank?"