[color=#FFDB58]“Mr. Lucshen!”[/color] Madison’s voice betrayed nothing but delight as he took the offered hand in his own, shaking it gently. As if this were a party instead of an academy, and Jake had been a guest whose arrival the professor had been waiting for with bated breath. [color=#FFDB58]“It’s wonderful to meet you. I believe that you’re one of the students in my Pyromancy class, yes? I look forward to working with you in the future.”[/color] It was the same thing that he would have said to any other of his students, had they approached- and it wasn’t a lie, either. It was genuine enthusiasm that he had patched together his curriculum.

And with genuine surprise that Madison regarded the young man’s question. He had been expecting something like “what will class be like” or “where are the bathrooms”, but this was a bit out of left field (although he supposed he shouldn’t have been entirely surprised). Still, he had said that they would be around to answer [i]any[/i] questions that the students might have found themselves with, and he didn’t plan to go back on his word. His fingers rested lightly upon his bottom lip, eyes travelling to the ceiling.

[color=#FFDB58]“Well.”[/color] Madison’s voice was quiet. [color=#FFDB58]“I can’t say that I approve of the fact that the Luschens were in support of the enemy, but...well, that really just about summarizes things.”[/color] For a moment, his hand dropped, brushing along the ink darkening his wrist. There was nothing more that could be said. There was nothing more that he wished to say. It was possible that Mr. Lucshen was unaware of his involvement in the war, but…

All the same, it was something that was better touched upon with the dryness of class than with personal opinion. 

The professor’s eyes seemed to travel somewhere distant for a moment- somewhere dry and bleak, with skies that were never-ending- and then he was blinking himself back to reality, smiling at his pupil and clapping his hands together. [color=#FFDB58]“However! That will not affect how you are treated here in the slightest. I can assure you will be treated just the same as any other student here.”[/color] It was not the children present who had lived through the war, after all. 

Madison paused. His eyes had fallen upon Maeve, concern furrowing his brows. He attempted to hide it as best as possible as he addressed Jake again, although there were still traces of it regardless.

[color=#FFDB58]“Is there anything else that you need, Mr. Lucshen?”[/color]

[@akirashadow]