A laptop whirred and burned across a pleated skirt, yet Tholl paid it no mind as her fingers danced across the keys at speeds her secretary could only envy. Her eyes flickered from the steadily decreasing mountain of emails sent in regards to her roles as an educator and as a entrepreneur as the teacher's lounge was awash with harsh light in the wake of a casual act of witchcraft for the purpose of heating coffee. Perhaps it was her deep entrenchment in the matters of the mundane world but she found it odd how flagrant such oddities occurred in Hikari when a microwave would have sufficed. [color=crimson][i]Maybe I should get the lounge a proper coffee maker?[/i][/color]

With a click of her tongue she dismissed both the Irish coffee and the thoughts of consumerism and returned to her computer, only to find her inbox was cleared with mechanical precision. She let out a huff of disappointment and settled her device upon the desk, content the world outside was still spinning even without her at the helm. She'd like to have entertained the tiny hope her business partner would come crying for help, but it was too much to hope for a mute to raise a fuss when they were capable in their own right.    

[color=crimson]"Well I've got nothing better to do at the moment."[/color] The Spider declared as she scooped up her teacher's edition text book and a folder thicker then a fingers-breadth and rife with the print outs she'd made for this semesters opening. Compared to other teachers it could be said to be on the lean side in terms of class load, and that would be a fair assessment, as there were dreadfully few of the sort who came to Hikari who wanted to go out and integrate so openly with the mundane as to open up a store of some sort. Either the idea of a magical world full of wonders and eldritch horrors was too exciting, or the idea of forgoing overwhelming arcane power in favor of filing for licenses and hurling money into the bureaucratic machine was too boring for most to bother with. She thought it a pity, but it wasn't so disheartening as to overshadow the joy of those few who did take to her course with certain enthusiasm.

[color=crimson]"I'm going to head to my class. I'd have liked to offer to herd the freshmen, but they'd as soon assume I was a teacher as they would the Head Mistress.[/color] Tholl chuckled and left her contemporaries who weren't already out and about to their preparations as she plunged into the tide of bodies pressed tight in the halls. Tholl was but a drop in this river, distinction only found in which direction one moved along the sides as everyone struggled against the confusion, excitement, and apprehension that turned the commute into a sluggish affair. 

Yet she didn't mind this pace, occupying herself with eyeing students new and old with the anonymity of being indistinct from those around her. Dressing as a school girl may not have projected the air of authority she should command, and there had been a few occasions students outright didn't believe the youth sitting behind the desk was anymore then a daring prankster looking to get disciplined on the first day. Such mistakes made correcting them all the sweeter, a trap they walked to with all the blind eagerness of Tholl's favored meals.

As easily as she entered the current Tholl slipped free and entered a darkened room unquestioned, a flick of the finger casting light upon the rows of desks soon to be filled. [color=crimson]"Hmm, well, partially at least. Oh well, they just makes spacing them out for testing all the easier."[/color]  
   
Settling her teaching material upon the waiting desk, she alighted in her whirling chair and directed her gaze out the windows, breathing in the rising sun for a moment of calm before the rush fell upon her.