A test to predict the future

In our astrology lecture room there is a noisy chatter of rather impatient young royals all seated according to their matriculation numbers. I can't blame them though, I myself have joined in their wait for Professor Omak's return since he vanished half an hour ago with no trace of him to be found.

''Oh where is he? Let us write this test and get it over with,'' Someone at the back says, must be Atar from the sound of the thick southern accent. He's from the Callon province where his father is the ruling Lord.

''Yeah, we've been here for some time already,'' Another concurs. ''How long are we expected to wait?''

''Oi the course representative should go fetch him,'' Atar says as he bangs the table rather harshly, ''I don't know about you lot but some of us have things to do.''