A Neogoth fairy sits behind the desk, which, itself, has many scars and mars as results of explosions, twiddling a rocket between his fingers.The blackboard behind him has "Jeff La Clowd, Sub-class Wizard, Style B" in fancy ligature writing.
Each desk has a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink. He wats for students to arrive. It was a blessing from the Gods that he even sucedded in his interview for the position,let alone graduate to a subclass "b". Jeff smiled to himself as he waited for his students to arrive.

Master Ace slowly stepped into the room. He combed through his green hair as he looked around the room. His emerald eyes soon Caught hold of Jeff of and the black board. "'Sub-class wizard style B' What managed up hat did tey pull that one out of. I know They like to mess with the heads of magisters by giving strange titles, but that is just ridiculous," Ace though as he raised an eyebrow after reading the board. "So you're teaching now. Tell me what it is yo have in store for the class. Are we going o learn how to burn books instead of levitate them?" Ace smiled as he moved towards a desk.

"Oh. Good Heavens, No, Ace. I plan on teching the class to enhance what ability they already posess.The first lesson shall be shaping, scuse me, molding, power into something /real./, Like ,say, my wand here."

Jeff extricates the extremely frilly, pink, wand from his pocket.

"Feminine, yes, but extremely effective." He grins and gives a single flick, sending a blue bolt of electricity to the fireplace, causing it to spark, and to flame.

He smiles. "We will begin by determining what tool will be of most use to each student."

He puts his wand away, to greeet Sephiroth. (Who either entered the room as I typed this, or whose footsteps can be heard in the corridor. :P)

Sephiroth walked into the room he was interested in hearing one of Jeff's classes on magic. He looked over at Jeff and then noticed Master Ace sitting in the room as well Sephiroth looked over at the board and read what it said "That's an odd title." he thought as he sat down and waited for Jeff to start the class he was really here just to have a little fun and maybe cause some havoc if he got the chance to.

"Well, such a surprise, Sephiroth." he dips into a cordial bow. "Your early for the lesson."

Jeff slips his last rocket into his pocket as he erases the board by politely asking the eraser to do its job. The eraser, tohugh lifeless, puts out a "mood" of joy, and sets to work.Jeff smiles.

"Magical Diplomacy will be a later lesson." the eraser settles back into the chalk dust in the corner.

"So what are you going to teach me?" Sephiroth asked he was always impatient and wanted to get straight to the point. Sephiroth tried to sit down in a desk but it was to uncomfortable so he got back up and looked at Jeff "you think about getting new seats." Sephiroth said. He was leaning agains the wall with his hand on his sword. This was one of his habits and sometimes it was taken as a threat by others but he didn't really care. If he where trying to threaten Jeff or Master Ace his sword wouldn't be by his side.

"Pink! And I thought he was off his rocker when I first meet him. He seems to redefine the meaning... Magical Dipolmacy what on earth is that suppposed to be? Controlloing people with magic? In any case there is no need to overly criticise him just yet. He might have something working in his head......Might," Ace thought to himself as Jeff wiped the board clean. Ace picked up the quill and twirld it in hi hands as he waited for Jeff to start.

"What am I to teach you? Why, nothing. I am here to allow you to bring out your own natural talents. As one would assume, your talent will have something to do with fire...?" he points at the blazing fireplace. "I want you to put it out from where you stand.You may douse no bit of it, nor smother it, and it must be cool by the time I am able to walk across the room to it. If you truly have a tlanet for it, then begin with a chant.Any chant will do. Begin chanting about what you want to happen, then imagine what you want to happen. Closing your eyes may help. If the gods think it's a good idea, you should see instant effects. Any or none of it may be fufilled, acording to the Gods' whims."

He takes two paces toward the fireplace.


(OoC: Everybody's so critical of Jeff. ;-; Magical Diplomacy, as in getiing something to do something, where there is not current spell for it.And I know I copied the last bit from Meru. So :þ. And it's pink. So what? It's just the Faerie Wand. Fits him, no? He is kind of crazy, though.)

Sephiroth didn't care about whether or not the god's wanted him to douse these flames since he already knew the answer to that question already he had made an enemy out of three of the goddesses. Sephiroth grinned Jeff had said nothing about putting out the flames with his control of the wind he had been training with the power to control the winds so that he could better understand the element and hopefully learn something he could use agains Aeri, Sephiroth moved his hand out toward the flame and a gust of wind put out the flames. Then Sephiroth had the wind move over the fireplace until it was cool. "I believe you will find that the fireplace is quite cool." Sephiroth said looking at Jeff.

Jeff smiled. "And I belive you have done exactly as I told you to.Congratualtions. Inovation is the key. Finding new, better, and easier ways to do things." he smiles again. "And as for my title, as I can tell you are both wondering, by the fact that you have been gawking at it, it is a fancy word of saying I have very few skills, except for that of diplomacy and great skill with fire and light. Not that either of those make a difference if you have no control." He sighs, staring at the wand again.

Sephiroth looked at him "Why don't we get on with the next lesson you'r starting to interest me." Sephiroth said he wanted to know what Jeff was planning to do with the rocket's he had seen Jeff hide and Sephiroth knew that the only way to find that out was to continue the lesson. Sephiroth was wandering why Jeff became a Magister if he didn't know much about magic. "So how did you become a magister anyways since you claim to have little knowledge of magic." Sephiroth asked withought even thinking about it.

"....Is he going to teach or is he going or is he going to bore us with with fancy titles or prehaps ask us to preform more simple tasks using the magic we already know," Ace thought to himself as he watched Sephiroth and Jeff. Ace thought the question Sephiroth's question was rude, but the question was also on his mind. "Prehaps the people who handle applications are trying to mock me. Prehaps they meant for him to teach Alchemy....," Ace thought to himself. Ace waited patiently to see what Jeff would do next.

"Well, wasn't that a little rude?" Jeff smiles. "I do not have 'limited knowledge of magic', Sephiroth, I said I have limited skills. That has nothnig to do with my magical ability. If you had remebered what I'd said before, we are here to strengthen ourselves. As you have shown you appear more confident with using air than fire. If you had simply used a burning spell with which I am sure you are familiar, the logs would have exploded and disappeared, right? Well, you used wind instead, and therefore must feel more confidence with wind. and thusly, I present you with this."

Jeff smiles again and goes into a drawer in his dsk and withdraws an odd crown, more of a tiara, and puts it back in. "Ah. Here we go." he withdraws a Wind Wand, common, and hands it t Sephiroth. A rush of power emnates from the seemingly alive stick, which vibrates. "That is /not/. and ordinary wand, Sephiroth. That is a wand from a shaven yew from the courtyard of that horrid castle from which I sprang. Ir has been highly fine tuned, and it it were ever to break, there would be dire consequences. I entrust it to you for graduating my class. You are more than free to go. Oh, and you were staring at the rocket in my pocket? Personal hobby. You know the deal." he smiles, rather evilly, remebering burning things in the woods.