Lesson Two - Fourth Years

Regina sat at her desk at the front of the classroom, making final notes on her lesson plans. Se never thought that she would be a teacher, but it felt so refreshing to actually being able to teach someone. The quill kept moving in her hand as she waited for the students to arrive. Her expression was calm and cool. She was not sure what kind of professors the students were used to here, but she hoped for their sake that they chose this subject because they liked it. She didn't like her time being wasted.

Karma stuck her head inside the room, looking around. "Hello, Professor." She said politely, slipping into a seat. She set her bag on the floor and clasped her hands together, the picture of a perfect student.