The lesson now over, Durant went behind his desk and sat down, watching as the students filed out of the room, hoping that they would learn valuable lessons from his stories and knowledge. He busied himself with his briefcase, suddenly aware that Amarie had approached his desk. He glanced up at her as she spoke to him, then rose from his seat out of propriety.

"You're quite welcome, Mademoiselle Nightshade. Thankfully, I shall be better prepared for future lessons." Then, placing his hands on the desk, he leaned closer to her. "Don't think, however, that I will always be so forgiving, if these... outbursts, are to continue. You should pick your battles more carefully, Mademoiselle." His sternness broke, revealing a smile. As she left, he sat down again, replacing the tooth in its' velvet cloth, and hoping to use the next few minutes to prepare for the following lesson. He was to see the students again for 'Defensive Powers' instruction.