Class begins.

Right now the sun was had gone down, causing the amount of light entering the room to be limited! Through the curtains hung from both sides of the window, giving passage to the little light in the room.

* Sir Porter... these mails just came in.* He reported his entry to the man. Who was none other than the white haired man; Mr Porter!

After reporting himself, the man named Roland walked towards him and placed the mail at his desk.

* Mmm...the smell of dark magic! * Mr Porter remarked, pinching the bridge of his nose. The mail was covered in a vine wrapped envelope, enclosing an old note within it.

Unwrapping the letter, Mr Porter went through the content of what was written within it. Not long afterwards the note disintegrated in his hand, left with ash blown away. His eyes were glacier ice, clearly upset at the content he saw...

* Those fools! * He muttered, standing up from his seat. He walked towards the window placing both hands behind his back.