So far classes had been smooth. He'd been hanging in the elemental wing, since his spell class kids were mostly busy until afternoon. There were a few around who had an interest in iron, though this morning they were working with steel. They were a little more advanced this morning and he was impressed with how much these kids had mastered. They could do things with metal that he hadn't really thought of. He was just beginning to learn that his students could teach him almost as much as he could teach them.

He made the long walk down to he middle school wing of Salem and settled into his favored classroom. He had a big board on which he could magic chalk to write and plenty of surfaces on which to work a variety of spells. He had a store of ingredients in cabinets (in the event that their spells required more than just incantation) and plenty of ideas. He was working on new chanting ideas, though he wasn't sure they were quite ready to try out with students.

Sitting in the comfy chair he had up front (he didn't really have his own desk in this room; he preferred to save that level of separation for his office). He waited for some students to show up. They had a tendency to straggle in as the afternoon wore on and pick up work on all manner of things. Whatever it was that they wanted to learn, he'd oblige them happily. In truth, he preferred his students to lead the class when he didn't have any concrete ideas on what to teach himself.