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1. Never open your mouth when I am speaking.
2. Never raise your hand unless I ask for questions or someone is bleeding.
3. Never attempt any combat manuever that I have not previously taught you or given permission to use.
4. Never harm another student intentionally.
5. Never complain about the temperature in my classroom. If it bothers you, dress appropriately.
6. Never pet Freya or disturb her bed.
7. Never touch a weapon unless I give you permission or hand it to you myself.
8. Never enter my personal office without knocking.
9. Never disrespect the sacred art of combat.
10. Never talk back to me.

Breaking any of the listed rules will result in immediate detention of my choosing. Repeatedly compromising the safety of other students' well-being will result in private, intensive instruction with me or explusion.

The hallways of Windsor Academy were quiet on this evening, excluding the few students who scrambled to and fro between classes, as Skadi Macgoren entered her classroom with a purpose. Heavy-heeled boots clicked their pathway across the stone of the dungeon cathedral of the Non-Magical Self-Defense classroom, pausing before the furthermost corner where the commanding form of Freya the shewolf lay sleeping on her tiger skin bed.

"Freya," came the strong voice of the professor, staring down at the wolf. "Get the students here." Without another word, Skadi turned on her heel, walking into her office and shutting the door.

The giant blur of white was up in an instant, moving out of the classroom and into the hallway. Running up stairwells to the very top, the wolf paused, opened her mouth, and howled loudly once before proceeding to the next floor and repeating this so that a trail of howls would lead all students toward the classroom.

Freya paused in the Grand Foyer for several minutes as she waited, howling and howling until all the students came out to follow her and see what the commotion was about. As soon as they arrived, the wolf trotted toward the door that led to the cathedral and began pawing at the door as she waited for the first student to open it.

Upon pushing the door open, all students enter the cathedral only to find it empty of a teacher, excluding the shewolf who seats herself at the center.

(([edit] Alright Akina, thank you. I fixed it accordingly. That should be all ^_^))


Hanille did not flock with the other students, as she preferred to stay away from large groups of people. In fact, she stayed near the door.

"I wonder how this class will turn out..."

Indeed, she remembered very vividly reading the sign outside; "Non-Magical Self-Defense". Hanille knew this class would pose as a great obstacle for her already. She lifted the hood of her robe over her head, noting that the lower parts of it were tarnished and covered a bit in mud.

"This robe saves me from the cold inside this room...even so though, sleeping in a cold church probably makes me resistant to the temperature of this room..."

Her thoughts wandered back to Herbology, and she wondered how she would survive the greenhouse.

"Hopefully I'll be okay...at least my professor is kind...she reminds me of Magnus..."

Hanille set her backpack gently down beside her, and pressed her back against the wall, closing her eyes as she did so, "I hope this professor is as kind as my Herbology professor; I've dealt with enough cruelty in my life already."

All of these thoughts flowed throughout her mind like the waters of a brook, very calmly and gently. Hanille suddenly felt the urge to chuckle, and she held this back with much force, "The elf actually expected me to help her...HA! Like I would go in that greenhouse. She may be pretty, but that's not going to sway me."

So, Hanille waited for somebody to either notice her, or for the teacher to show themself, hoping that this class wouldn't be extremely difficult.

Col followed the giant wolf into the classroom with not nearly as much surprise as she should have. Sure, the woman did c**k an eyebrow when she had heard the beast’s initial howls, but otherwise, showed little astonishment or fear. The animal’s size was cause for much internal shock however. Silently, Coltrane wondered if this was not a full blood wolf as it appeared, but an enormous hybrid. The woman had seen some of those first-hand and knew of the size they could achieve.

The girl’s thought process was interrupted by a yawn, which she stifled behind her hand. Her previous occupation had made her accustomed to long hours, but Col realized that she must have been awake for at least fifty some odd hours now, as she had not slept at all during the last leg of her journey to the school, and had not gotten a chance to since. Plus, Col did admit to herself that she had allowed herself to grow out of the habit with extremely long sleep hours since the last stages of her pregnancy.

Still, Col fought off the discomfort and found a spot to stand so that she might lean against a wall if she needed to. Not that she planed to though. The woman had not gotten the opportunity to go to her dorm since her last class, so she still wore her hunting knife at her waist, her dagger on the back of her thigh, as well as the sharpened spike tucked into her left boot and a myriad of other concealed weaponry that discouraged any comfort. And on that note, the leather that made up most of her outfit was not the most comfortable.

Looking around, the woman saw that she was one of the first students to get to class. Even so, Col knew that she had not arrived terribly early, and so wondered why there was no one to be considered the teacher in the room yet. Unless that giant wolf is to teach us, the girl thought to herself with a smile.

:: Continued from here. ::

As a hunter and a forest girl, Hayana had seen many wolves before and she had grown to like them. Still, memories of recent events made themselves reminded and in any case it was a bit eerie to see a large wolf prowling the castle grounds. In a way it was a bit comforting too. She didn't like the stone corridors or the murky rooms, much more preferring to be out in the sun. She was always outside when not eating, sleeping or having a class, and she had considered sleeping on the roof a few times.

The wolf had told the students to come. Hayana was still a bit uncomfortable with understanding animals, but just like with normal chatter she could shut it out for the most part. Shutting out a series of loud howls was harder. She followed the animal and soon found herself by a door with a sign on it. Other students were already inside and she noticed that some of them were new and some were familiar.

Following the sign, Hayana walked in and sat down without a word, nodding in recognition to some of the others. She had always liked fighting and she was truly relieved that not all things were about magic around here. Her animal and forest empathy was not under any control yet and with physical combat, she knew where she stood.

Edward slipped into the room with a practiced ease. It was an entrance not of a thief, or somebody wishing to not draw attention to themselves. Nor, was it an entrance of somebody who wanted to be center stage, or that of a hamfisted warrior. There seemed to be a slight disturbence in the general vincinity of the door and then Edward appeared as if out of nowhere.

The wolf glanced at him and growled as he approached absentmindedly. A quick glance down for Edward verified that, yes, there was a set of teeth with bits of fur hanging off it, in front of him. Shrugging, Edward walked over to the familiar form of Jedrek and leaned up against the wall and shut his eyes till they were slits observing the room. "So, I'm pretty sure this isn't the Animal Husbandry class, any clue as to what we are doing here?" He shivered, his body heat went into the cold floor through his bare feet, and for a while it would remain cold before being warmed up to a comfortable temperature.