[hr][center][h3]Hugo Schumacher[/h3][/center][hr]

Hm. Well, guess he wasn't taking part in this one. An impolite and violent teacher was, in his experience, quite possibly the [i]worst[/i] things to deal with -- especially with broken ribs and a poor night of sleep behind him. He would simply have to schedule himself for a different class for first period. Some light wordplay echoed in his head, and just as easily as he had entered the classroom, he popped out of existence. Being a 'wizard' had its perks sometimes.

He reappeared at the admissions office and picked up a schedule planner and some papers to fill out, then vanished once more and returned to his dorm to put in the proper applications for other courses.

[hr][center][h3]Raaawk[/h3][/center][hr]

Raaawk poked his head through the window and watched as Mr. Wind wrote on the whiteboard. He didn't have a proper sword, but his own feathers were extremely rigid and strong - more like serrated scales than the soft feathers of birds. It would do nicely. With some effort and a small bit of pain, he plucked a long, bright red feather from his backside and grasped it in his right claw.