The 350 year old wood elf professor was in his Nature and History classroom’s office. After hours of course, he was making a hybrid plant species. However, his ears perked twitch at the sound of his door opening. Turning around he glances over at them after they mention it's after hours.

“Is it? I must have lost track of time.” He sighs. Running a hand through his hair, undoing his tie in his hair before quickly fixing it. “Since it's late, why are you here after hours?”