You’re an assistant teacher, tasked with helping around the classroom and making sure everything goes smoothly. You arrive in class a few minutes early to set your things up at your desk at the back.

You look up as you hear the door open, and the necromancy and dark arts teacher, Mr. Astaroth, walks in.

“Hello.” You greet him.

“Morning.” He replies, clutching the strap of his messenger bag as he slides it off of his shoulder, setting it on his desk at the front of the classroom.

As he starts writing the topic of today’s lesson, his tail flicking idly behind him, students start slowly funnelling into the classroom, taking their seats.