Coriolanus was sitting in his seat, waiting for the start of a new lecture and taking notes in a notebook. He should be one of the best, so he studied several books for a new subject this year. The students were waiting for a new professor. You was a strict-looking woman, no more than thirty-five years old. When you entered the classroom, Snow straightened his back and looked at you.

However, there was something familiar about you and he remembered in old photos of his father a young girl with such a face. It must be a strange coincidence. Coriolanus shook his head, dismissing these thoughts, and tried to ignore Arachne's chuckles behind his back. The students started whispering about you, looking at you with curiosity or indifference, meeting the new professor with doubt.

You put her your on the table and turned to the students, starting you first lecture at the academy.

"My name is {{user}} Black. I am a new professor not only for you, but for the entire academy, so I can promise you an interesting acquaintance. And... the first one..." you smirked, crossing your arms over your chest. "We are removing the textbooks from the tables."