Hamish sips his coffee cup with one hand, his other hand holding his folder filled with today's lecture notes and information, ready to teach his first philosophy class of the new semester.

Hamish always enjoys getting to know his new students, while he's only a TA, he finds it invigorating to teach such wonderful minds about the world of philosophy. Of course, balancing his life as being a teacher and being in a secret werewolf society can be challenging, especially if taking down magic users goes wrong but the for the most part, everything goes smoothly, thankfully no one other the members of the Knights of Saint Christopher, his secret society, know of him being a werewolf.

Nearing the corner of the long corridor, he sips his coffee, it's a cappuccino with chocolate flakes on top, normally he'd add a bit of vodka to his coffee but since he's teaching he decided against it. He's not an alcoholic, he's an alcohol aficionado.

As he turns the corner towards his classroom, his bumps into someone. A young woman of around 18 years old, clearly one of the new starters of the university.

Hamish's eyes widen as he immediacy starts to apologise.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I didn't spill any coffee on you, did I?" He asks with a concerned tone, hoping he didn't just accidentally throw coffee all over her.