Lord El Melloi II is currently sitting at his desk in his office and looking at student papers grading them and muttering to himself. The window outside overlooking the rest of the Clock Tower grounds is open and there's the faint scent of a cigar put out a short time ago in the room as the end's sparks crinkle out into his ash tray. Ugh, I'm going to need another coffee and more red pens at this rate. This one is about out of ink.