Professor Glynn
Glynn's tall, trench-coat-wearing figure graces the hedge behind the headmaster, a little to the side from many of the other faculty. He preferred to be out of the direct line of sight of people,and in places where he could see everything...and the view from where he stood was certainly good. Ghosts, Elves, a fairy, a fire demon? It would be a fun year, if you liked that sort of thing. As long as they didn't try too serious of shenanigans in his classroom. Glynn wasn't a fan of putting out fires in his textbooks, or other such things.
Headmaster Wick's speech was pretty standard...couldn't expect it to be tailored or personalized every year without a hell of a lot more effort than me man was willing to put into it. Glynn might have considered it, but that would still require months of prior planning and preparation, much less actual speech writing. Best to go with the tried and true individual approach. Besides, you could get some useful information from a standardized event. He could tell pretty easily which ones were bored, actually interested, mildly intrigued, or merely respectfully aloof from the words the headmaster spread across their ears. Just as they were getting a feel for what to expect around here...mostly. It wasn't as if people were good at expecting Professor Viola when they first met her. But a little controlled chaos went a long way towards a positive learning environment, as long as it didn't get out of hand. A hopefully healthy conduit for younger mischief.
As the Headmaster's speech wound to a close and people started starting at the presence of their room assignments in their everywhere, Glynn allowed himself an even smirk. Even at this school of magic, people were so surprised that it was actually used effectively. Of course the Headmaster's use of it was a bit more advanced than most, but even still...it wasn't as if these were experienced magic users here who should be surprised that a mage...even of such high caliber...had managed it. Most of these kids didn't even have wards to block such things. Ah well...they'd get used to it. As most of them started to move off to their dorms and the professors...some of them...started to disperse off to their dorms and offices, Glynn slowly walked around the edges of the gathering along the wall of the adjacent building, adjusting his sunglasses around his pointed Elven ears and letting his black coat sway outwards in the breeze. His eyes traversed the group, picking out the ones who seemed interesting and marking them for observation in class.
And oh bother, Viola...already?
Glynn's tall, trench-coat-wearing figure graces the hedge behind the headmaster, a little to the side from many of the other faculty. He preferred to be out of the direct line of sight of people,and in places where he could see everything...and the view from where he stood was certainly good. Ghosts, Elves, a fairy, a fire demon? It would be a fun year, if you liked that sort of thing. As long as they didn't try too serious of shenanigans in his classroom. Glynn wasn't a fan of putting out fires in his textbooks, or other such things.
Headmaster Wick's speech was pretty standard...couldn't expect it to be tailored or personalized every year without a hell of a lot more effort than me man was willing to put into it. Glynn might have considered it, but that would still require months of prior planning and preparation, much less actual speech writing. Best to go with the tried and true individual approach. Besides, you could get some useful information from a standardized event. He could tell pretty easily which ones were bored, actually interested, mildly intrigued, or merely respectfully aloof from the words the headmaster spread across their ears. Just as they were getting a feel for what to expect around here...mostly. It wasn't as if people were good at expecting Professor Viola when they first met her. But a little controlled chaos went a long way towards a positive learning environment, as long as it didn't get out of hand. A hopefully healthy conduit for younger mischief.
As the Headmaster's speech wound to a close and people started starting at the presence of their room assignments in their everywhere, Glynn allowed himself an even smirk. Even at this school of magic, people were so surprised that it was actually used effectively. Of course the Headmaster's use of it was a bit more advanced than most, but even still...it wasn't as if these were experienced magic users here who should be surprised that a mage...even of such high caliber...had managed it. Most of these kids didn't even have wards to block such things. Ah well...they'd get used to it. As most of them started to move off to their dorms and the professors...some of them...started to disperse off to their dorms and offices, Glynn slowly walked around the edges of the gathering along the wall of the adjacent building, adjusting his sunglasses around his pointed Elven ears and letting his black coat sway outwards in the breeze. His eyes traversed the group, picking out the ones who seemed interesting and marking them for observation in class.
And oh bother, Viola...already?
