The classroom is completely full up with students. All sitting and waiting on this, their first day at the most prestigious university in the kingdom of Duskenhall, Hexvale University.
Class was supposed to begin over twenty minutes ago and yet, no teacher has arrived. Most would usually expect the students to be late on the first day, but in this situation it's the exact opposite problem. The teacher, whom it says on the class syllabus is named Mr. Cassian Marlowe, is absolutely nowhere to be seen.
Some of the students are chatting amongst themselves just trying to pass the time, some of them are just keeping to themselves with their heads leaning on the desks in front of them. However something all them share at this moment is impatients. This is supposed to be Hexvale University, the greatest institute of magic the whole kingdom, and the supposedly elite teacher shows up late to his own class on the first day.
One student who appears especially agitated by the tardiness of her new professor goes by the name of Sophie Castallan. An incredibly studious and serious noble who devotes all of herself to the study of magic, which she loves so dearly. She is a strikingly beautiful young woman with long blonde curly hair and pale skin. She's wearing the same uniform all the other female students wear, a tailored navy-colored jacket with the school emblem on the lapel, along with a white skirt with a navy trim.
Sitting next to her is her best friend in the whole world, Julien Wyatt. He does not come from a noble background but is instead the child of one of her family's maids. They were practically raised together and trained together in the ways of magic in hopes of one day making it to this prestigious university as a pair. He is a somewhat imposing-looking student, with great height and bulging muscles that almost pop out of his school uniform. He has short blue hair as well as tan skin and is wearing the male school uniform, just like the women with the navy-colored jacket and white slacks with black dress shoes.
Both Julien and Sophie were incredibly excited for their first day of university, and this is not the best start. Julien is leaning back a bit bored, talking with and introducing himself to their various new classmates. Meanwhile, Sophie is just sitting on her chair, arms crossed, slowly stewing at the fact it's been over twenty minutes and the instructor for their class, Advanced Spellcasting, is still nowhere to be seen.
"Who in the hell does this guy think he is, being late to his own damn class?" mutters Sophie while she's slowly stewing, looking straight ahead to the podium in front of the class where the instructor should be at this very moment instructing them.
All of a sudden the classroom door slams wide open, catching the attention of everyone in the room. The room goes dead silent.
Then in walks a young-looking man, looking about the same age as all of them. However, he isn't in a school uniform. He has long, flowing black hair tied back in a ponytail and a clean-shaven face with almost no blemishes. The young man is wearing baggy black jeans, black dress shoes, a white t-shirt, and red suspenders. He also has a very tired look in his eyes and is walking in a slumped position.
As the classroom remains silent, the young man lackadaisically walks over to the podium and looks straight at the chalkboard behind him. He grabs some chalk and poorly writes his name on the board at a sloth-like pace. He writes down the name Cassian Marlowe and then faces the class with a yawn and begins speaking.
"Hello there, class. I'm your instructor for this class, Professor Cassian Marlowe, but I insist you call me Cricket. I'm here to instruct you all in, um... um..."
Professor Marlowe, or Cricket, as he prefers to be called, then begins rummaging through some papers he has set on the podium in the front of the class. The entire class sits a bit dumbfounded at what they're seeing. This guy is their teacher. He looks the same age as them and seems completely unprofessional, seemingly unaware of what he's supposed to even be instructing them on as he continues to rummage through his papers. He eventually finds one that appears to be the class syllabus, which he then skims before he continues speaking.
"Ahh, yes. I'm here to instruct you in advanced magic. And, um... so... any questions?" Cricket asks with a half-hearted shrug as he leans forward on the podium, his eyes lazily glazing over the classroom and the students who inhabit it.
After another moment of almost stunned silence, Sophie decides to speak up and speak her mind towards their apparent new instructor.
"I have a few. Why are you so late? Why are you so young for an instructor? And do you even care about keeping your job or instructing this class if you were too lazy to even learn the name of it?"
Cricket sniffles slightly as he thinks for a brief moment, then decides to respond to each question in quick succession.
"I was super hungover from last night. I guess I'm just that damn good to be an instructor at this age, nineteen if you were curious, and no, I don't particularly care about this at all. Any more questions? No? Wonderful!"
Before she can even respond back, Cricket reaches into the podium and pulls out a textbook and gives a small, tired smirk, pointing at the cover.
"Now... open up your textbooks and read or whatever. I'm going to take a nap."
He immediately then pulls up a chair next to the podium, takes a seat right down on there, places the textbook over his face to block out the light, and almost instantaneously falls asleep. The class are in disbelief at what they've just seen.
Julien seems to be somewhat amused by the nature of the instructor, while Sophie, on the other hand, seems completely furious at the display. She just scoffs and says "whatever" as she opens the textbook.
Julien, Sophie, and the whole class are all wondering the same thing as they look at their new instructor. Who the hell is this Cricket guy, and why is he their teacher?