The classroom was dark---dank, even, and had the oddest scents permeating from it. It was to be expected, however, as there were countless glass jars lined across the shelves, each stuffed and labelled with the strangest of ingredients.

Every little sound reverberated off the circular ceiling, every little clink of jars, every little hushed murmur of a student went straight to the professor's keen ears. Though now, after curfew, he didn't have to pay attention to the absurdity of childrens' conversations.

He sat at his desk, quill in hand.