It was Arthur's first class of the year. He sat at his desk, waiting for students to file in. When at last most of the seats were filled and it didn't seem like anyone was coming Arthur stood, moved to close the door to his class, the last person through had left it upon, and Arthur returned to his desk. He didn't sit though. Instead he stepped to the black board behind him, picked up a piece of chalk, and in clear simple script wrote his name, 'Arthur Wick'.
Turning back around Arthur said
"I am Arthur Wick, I'm going to be teaching you all how to burn people to death. I would prefer if none of you actually killed any of your classmates, or burned down the school. I assure you, none of you would be the first to try, nor the last person to die at this school because of it." Arthur grinned before saying,
"I won't be teaching anyone anything today however, as it is the first day and it'd be rather dull of me to do so. So instead I'm going to hand out some food, set this room on fire, and leave. When I'm out you can all leave at your leisure." Arthur would then take up a rather large box of donuts which had been resting on his desk. He slowly walked between the desks handing out the treat. With devilish glee Arthur watched the faces of the students while walking between the desks. Many of them didn't think he was honest about setting the room on fire, some of them realized he was sincere and Arthur was rather fond of the look of fear in their eyes as they considered their options. Some of the students had attended the class in prior years and knew this was happening, they had smug faces as watched their classmates with the same evil glee in their eyes as their teacher's. The box of donuts empty Arthur moved to the front of the class, and then dropped a single spark onto the ground, igniting a before unseen indent in the floor, leading up through the classroom, and in that moment fire was everywhere, between all the desks though none of the fire close enough to actually ignite the desks, for the most part at least. Of course a wayward spark or two would catch some of the flimsy wooden desks but the desks occupants would be gone from the burning desk by then regardless.
Arthur stepped out, nodding to the nurse assistant who was waiting outside the door. After a few years of doing this he had gotten a medic to wait outside the door to help anyone who got burned. Arthur walked away, planning out the rest of his day.
"I love this job. Shame Red wasn't attending but I suppose she doesn't really need a introductory class anyways. Maybe I'll go visit her then." Arthur said to himself as he walked the halls towards the nearest exit. If Iravis didn't attend his class it would mean she was getting a job, and if she did that then she would have talked with the Headmistress, so Arthur might as well see if she needed cheering up.
