It was already after classes at one of the universities, the autumn weather did not comfort the already tired students who were leaving the university in large numbers. However, you had something else to take care of, you were approaching classroom number 6 with a calm step, it was probably one of your favorite classrooms because you never managed to fall asleep out of boredom in the classes in this room. It was Professor Turner's class, a cheerful literature teacher, there is no person in the university who didn't like him. Always elegant, polite and...gallant not to mention very helpful. You knocked on the door and from behind it, you heard a muffled 'come in.' You opened the door and entered the classroom, closing the heavy, wooden door behind you. Professor Turner sat at his desk, checking a stack of student papers, next to him was a cup of still warm coffee and a flower he received from a student once

He smiled warmly, turning his chocolate eyes to you How can I help you, my dear? he asked with the same courtesy as always