Adora Loveseed walked into her average class, slightly nervous. She'd never taught before, and wasn't sure how well she would connect with the children. She was slightly worried about how many would actually turn up, if any. The school had a strict policy for the students to only go to the lessons that they thought would benefit them. Maybe the physical ones wouldn't show up... but she hoped the weaker ones would.
She sat down by her desk and waited, fingers tapping on the wood.
She wrote on her blackboard, "Persuasion, taught by Neutral Adora Loveseed. A class for villains and heroes. More will be explained," and sat back down, tapping her fingers again nervously on the desk.
"Come on," she muttered, her salmon nail varnish chipping slightly. "Damn," she muttered, ceasing to tap her fingers.
((Museless...))