As the students settle, Gideon emerges from his office clad in a tailored black robe that flows effortlessly around his stylish tweed trousers and waistcoat.

"Good evening class!" He speaks with confidence and authority, a charismatic smile tugging the corners of his lips and cutting sharp lines into his cheeks. He comes to a stop at the front of the room as he assesses the students with an unassuming lingering gaze, his arms folded in a casual stance as he leans against his desk. There is something almost unsettling about his statue-esque handsomeness as he regards their young faces despite the cool facade he exudes. Half of the female students are already giggling behind their hands.

'Fabulous,' he thinks with a dark smirk.

“Let’s break the ice shall we?” He begins, assuming an affable tone.