A warm and sunny day seemed to bring good tidings to a class being hosted in the college quad. The yard was awash in the vibrant greens and golds of midsummer, the air rich with the smell of cut grass and the chirping of birds in the trees.

Students wandered around with their books, sitting under shady trees and studying. In the center of the lively area, a cerulean haired professor giving a lecture to students spoke as he dismissed the class. His voice was naturally soothing and almost breathy, lending an air of mischief to his professionalism. A few students approached him afterwards and though he answered their questions thoughtfully, his one visible, piercing, periwinkle eye slid past them to land on you with intrigue.