A quiet one walked in, Botros acknowledge the boy and his shiny hair for a second before getting back to his parchments. Soon, the same boy seemed to remember that it was actually okay to say something to the old man behind the desk. Ab smiled and nodded at him, "Good morning... Captain." Another badge. This one actually might do him better than the Prefect girl. Boys were made for physical fatigue, and this one could be a perfect fit for Botros' running issue.

The revision for his first lesson, where he was going to teach kids instead of grown-ups, was over just as the first kid walked into the classroom. Botros kept the parchments in front of him, his cane balanced beside him on the table, and smiled nodding at the red head. "Good morning." It was a relief she was alone, he wasn't going to hear annoying chatter sounds...

... or not, really. The small Gryffindor had a strong dark brownish aura (which if you were as well-educated as Ab, you'd know to indicate fatigue or stress). "Good morning," making sure to stress every letter because her greeting didn't sound grammatically right. It's been a long time but he was one hundred percent sure eleven year olds knew how to talk.

He eyed her cautious hand and firmly but with his usual husky and soft voice replied, "Impatient Gryffindor, are we?" Besides "And 'squibbly' is not a real word." It appears that there's A LOT he had to teach them today.

He took his eyes off the screaming aura kid just in time to see a similarly small Ravenclaw having a dilemma holdin-- okay, that's it. He waved his wand and lifted all her things off the floor and even out of her arms, "Let me help." They floated through the air and were set down on a desk on the first raw, next to the impatient Gryffindor. "And good morning to you too." She tried to get his name but no worries, introductions are for a bit later.

He nodded back at the next Ravenclaw, took an extra moment to examine her badge and figure out she was one of the Prefects. "Good morning." He should try extra hard to remember this one's name, might come in handy if something required running since it's a bit hard to run with a cane.

Aw, wasn't this Slytherin a lovely polite one? Botros' face softened as she approached, "Hello Zhenya. I hope you had a good breakfast." He was big on breakfasts when it came to kids. His own kids and their kids had their share of punishment and detentions for skipping that important meal. Watching the girl retreat back to one of the seats, the old man's eyes went to his watch.

A quiet one walked in, Botros acknowledge the boy and his shiny hair for a second before getting back to his parchments. Soon, the same boy seemed to remember that it was actually okay to say something to the old man behind the desk. Ab smiled and nodded at him, "Good morning... Captain." Another badge. This one actually might do him better than the Prefect girl. Boys were made for physical fatigue, and this one could be a perfect fit for Botros' running issue.

"Good morning," Ab's smiling face was getting more and more excited because everyone who walked in so far was fully awake. He expected sleepy heads, a lot of them. Apparently, though, university kids partied way too hard for his morning lessons.

The Hufflepuff uniform caught his attention before even the face that belonged to this Hufflepuff. Botros smiled, a bit nostalgically, at the robe and then up at the boy. "Good morning to you, young lad. Thank you, it's a pleasure to be here again." The professor's eyes continued to look at the boy as he claimed a seat and started writing his name and year. Aah, good ole' times.

Aw, another Hufflepuff. This time she was way smaller than the boy before her. "Good morning, dear." Was her face always so pale and stressed? Abraham watched her for a second pick a desk, she wasn't about to run away, was she? He'd motion for the captain to run after her if she did because, really, Runes don't bite.

It was as if all the Hufflepuffs went up the stairs together! "Good day to you too, my boy." Ab extended his smile over to the hufflepuff boy and slowly grabbed his cane, preparing himself to stand up and walk down the few steps closer to the students' desks. Even if his knees didn't work well, Abraham never sat in his classroom until it was over.

Still holding on to his cane, Abraham used the desk to lift himself off the chair balancing his weight on both hands. A Gryffindor was approaching by the time he got his back up straight and moved a single step forward. "Hello, I'm doing great, thank you. I hope you had your breakfast, today." She looked like a good kid. Bony good kid. He ranted in his head about today's criteria for girls to get pretty. They encouraged them to starve themselves, those kids were soon going to look like matchsticks barely attached to their body.

Botros, instinctively, bowed back to the back. He knew those traditions and respected them. "Thank you, Prefect." The name of the boy was missing but soon he'll try to memorize them. He set a goal for himself today, at least the student leaders' names should be memorized.

Oh yeah, that was more like it. Ab smiled and patted the girl's head. "Good morning, dear. I hope you had something to eat before coming to class." She looked like she JUST left her bed. That was no brain for this subject.

This one's aura was awfully wrong. Ab's soft smile fell to a sympathetic one. "Good morning, my boy." He followed the Hufflepuff's heavy steps until he slumped onto a seat. Something was definitely wrong with him. Maybe he didn't like this subject? Poor dear.

Now that he'd stood up, there was no need for his cane all that much. But as was his habit, he held on to it and moved to stand in front of his desk. "Good morning to you too and thank you." They were very nice and welcoming today. Hopefully they stay that way when he starts handing out homework and activities?

Botros started walking between the desks, careful he didn't bump to touch the piles set between the rows. "Good morning," he said toward the Snake girl, and watched her for a moment write her name down.

Another pale-faced and stressed young girl. Ab's face softened as he greeted her back, "Good morning." They were so cute stressing over a subject in school. He was so glad he ditched changed the subjects of his teaching to children - they were so lovely.

Nodding and keeping his smile, Botros noticed the new Snake girl. "Good morning, dear." He saw her follow his instructions and satisfied moved his attention to the younger students trying to decipher the mystery that is the pile by their desks.

The professor moved back to his desk and leaned on its edge, "Good morning, young boy." Ravenclaws were usually the curious ones as this boy proved by staring hungrily at the pile. But he didn't attempt to touch it, that was good.

An interesting note would be most of the sleepy heads today were Gryffindors. And Gryffindor prefects. Botros kept his smile and nodded back at the boy, "Good morning." He wanted to mention breakfast, too, but the boy has probably JUST dragged himself out of bed. There was no point. Maybe the feast from the day before still had its effect on them.

A passing Hufflepuff kid. "Good morning, Caprain Dixon." Another captain to use in case of emergencies. This one was a soft girl, though, Ab's first option was STILL the boy captain. Merlin's beard were all the leading roles taken by females in this school?! Hopefully there was another captain boy.

Not that he had problems with females in leading roles, but his nature always got the best of him and he rarely let himself ask a tiresome task of a female. They were like glass, easy to shatter.

Another bony kid. Abraham inclined his head at the Slytherin, "Good morning, dear." He really, really hoped this one had some breakfast before getting to class. She looked as though she was about to faint any moment.

Aw, more polite students. Ab should keep track of those. "Good morning, dear. Thank you. Welcome to Ancient Runes yourself." He should've said this to all the previous welcoming kids. Oh well, he was about to say it in a few moments.

"Good morning." At least this Gryffindor wasn't so sleepy. He smiled softly at her as she walked over to an empty seat and started writing her name and year.

... oh look. "Don't touch the pile. The instructions on the board are clear." Ab's voice boomed in the silent room, his eyes sternly looking at the boy. Disobeying rules in the first five minutes through school year was definitely not a good impression on your teachers. wait at least a couple of days

After willing his face to go back to its normal softness, Botros nodded at the little girl. "Good morning to you too. Take a seat and don't touch anything but your parchment." His eyes went back to that kid who almost touched the precious things under the cloth. Baddie.

.... okay, so far the naughty boy did not cause a riot of any kind. That was good. "Good mor--" He paused, looking at the apple the girl just left on his desk. His smile was back instantly, it was for him, right? He loved this kid. Not only did she bring food this early in the morning (which meant she was one of those who had breakfast) but she brought a healthy kind of food. Could he go and pat her head? He didn't, seeing as the girl already was seated. "Thank you for the apple." And he took a bite off it to make her happy. It was polite, too.

Ab nodded and smiled back at the girl. "Good morning, I'm doing great, thank you." Oh and she was another Prefect. He was glad the student leaders showed interest in this subject.

Not only Gryffindors, apparently. Botros stared, amused, at the young girl as she yawned and dragged herself through the classroom. "Good day to you, dear. Hopefully you managed to get something into your open mouth this morning." It looked as though it stayed open for too long.

Botros nodded at the boy, "It certainly is." A good day, that is. "Everything is important enough if we look deep enough." He smiled and after a short moment continued to eat the apple from that girl, not moving his eyes off the Hufflepuff boy - which turned to be quite the wise decision.

"[b]I will ask you not to touch that yet, young boy./b]" His voice came just as loud and firm as before. "The instructions are clear." He waved his wand and the writings on the blackboard grew significantly bigger.

The apple was almost gone now, as was his frown and firm face. Just in time to nod and smile at his new student. "Hello my dear. Welcome to my class." He watched her settle into a seat withOUT touching the pile. Good girl.

He nodded at the new Gryffindor. "Good morning, young girl." He waved his wand and made the apple's core disappear before shooting the apple girl another bright smile. He was so proud of her.

He returned the girl's smile and felt the excitement radiate off of her. "Hello, dear." He loved those energetic kids when they knew when to speak and when to stay quiet.

"Good morning and thank you very much." Botros smiled and nodded at the next excited girl walking into his class. This one, though, liked her hair apparently. Girls.

Not an enthusiastic one. No worries, Ab believed he had the remedy for this. "Good morning." The boy better be one of those who had breakfast.

Abraham smiled at the Hufflepuff girl, "Good day to you too, my dear." He lifted himself off the desk and took a few steps forward to face the kids. It was time for class.

"Good morning everyone and welcome to your first Ancient Runes class this term." Botros started, giving looks to those not paying attention to him. The piles were obviously too intriguing for young people. "I'm Abraham Botros, your new Runes professor. Before we start I'd like us all to take a moment of silence in honor of the unfortunate professor before me." He bowed his head and clutched the cane with both his hands.

....

One moment was done. He raised his head slowly and continued, "This subject, as you all will see, is mostly a theoretical one which tends to give the wrong impression on most scholars" Tsk tsk tsk, shame. "Together we'll try to take small gradual steps in order to understand the sacred runes of Odin - Runic magic, in particular." They were wizards and witches afterall. So no, they were not about to learn how to write in runes. That was too boring.

He moved to the side and waved his wand at the blackboard, removing the earlier instruction. "Runes of Odin, runic magic, runic inscriptions. I keep repeating the word rune. Who knows what are runes? Or what does the word rune mean literally?" Positioning himself on the middle of his desk, he leaned on it and waited. "Raise your hand first, please."

MERLIN'S GIDDY AUNT!

Botros stood straighter than he originally was and his voice quickly boomed, "Mister Turner!" This was a big, big mistake in Ab's class. Whispering into his classmate's ear right in the middle of class and causing her face to be as red as Thor's beard. "I'm going to ask you to get your things and come sit on my desk for the remainder of this class." He shot an angry, disappointed look at the fourteen? fifteen? years old boy. He was not going to interrupt his class and draw attention of younger innocent girls to this... whispering. GLARE.

...

Once the Slytherin was seated on his desk, Botros climbed the two steps and went to stand exactly by him on the chair, using the boy's shoulder as a cane. Much more comfortable than the wooden stick.

"Runes, as many of you have already noted, are letters in a family of ancient alphabets known as runic alphabets. They were used as a method of communication across Scandinavia and in other Germanic nations from around the 3rd century CE to around the 13th century, when they were displaced by the Roman alphabet." He dug a bit into the Slytherin's shoulder while turning around to the blackboard and waving his wand to write the main points of the upcoming lecture. "The primary runic alphabet is often known as Futhark, in a reference to its first six letters. The runic alphabet was probably derived from the Etruscan alphabet which was once in wide use in Italy, and it characterized by angular characters, with no curves or soft edges like those found in the Roman alphabet." His face turned to the students, making sure they were writing down notes, and continued, "This is common to alphabets developed during this period, since they can be readily chiseled into stone."

Botros moved away from the boy and the desk, to the side, allowing the kids to see the texts on the blackboard. "The runes were given to humankind by the central God of Norse mythology Odin, who hung himself upside down on the World Tree in a self sacrificing ritual." Did any of them fall asleep yet? Hopefully not. "After nine nights of suffering upon the tree, Odin died and passed on to the realm of the afterlife where he gained wisdom and was then reborn. Odin passed on his newly acquired wisdom to his people in the form of Runes." Pause. "The runes must be considered an instrument given to us by Odin to help us bring order and clarity to our lives." So, no one should be confused.

"Three aspects of the runes are the sound, the shape and the secret knowledge that are associated with the runes. A good rune master is one who has mastered this threefold nature of the runes. " That was related to what the enthusiastic Slytherin boy implied at with his answer. "But this is not something we're going to dwell on too much today." The old man offered a small smile before waving his wand toward the blackboard.

Above the writings appeared a drawing of someone. "Who can tell me who this is?" He stared at the picture along with the students. "What is the tool he's holding called? And why would we discuss them both in this class?" Go.