Pfffft. Paul was GLAD he didn't feel like he had that day in class because that had been terrible. Awful. And he'd had to cancel classes for a week just to recuperate! "I had the flu. I think is what the healer said..." whatever it was, it had knocked the wind out of him. For...ever now, it seemed. "I'm glad I at least have students that worry about me...to have a scare about my well being!" he smiled warmly her direction. That was very nice, wasn't it? It was a beauty of teaching, it was, to have children who cared for you.

Then you had others...well, Paul, didn't care for them personality wise. But he wouldn't ever wish or welcome harm to them. He would never forget Daxton Prince. He found his mind wandering, now, onto what had ever happened to that depraved child...who'd been expelled....

"How are you doing? Preparing for exams?" he hoped. She was a bright kid. She'd do well!