Amy
*Lectures. About things few cared about. Nereva knew them well, teaching the Least understood but most powerful school of magic. She had been told to add more Theatrics to her lectures. So she did.*

"...And that is why thaumaturgy is so powerful. It is the makeup of reality itself. To master Thaumaturgy is to conquer reality."

*She threw a few stones in the air and held them in place there, and began to walk on them. The small crowd was somewhat amused.*

"The Empire feared it enough to Outlaw levitation in their territory. Telvanni Towers lack stairs... Wizards don't use stairs... And the Psiijcs have mastery over time-"

*She stopped time in the hall, and used it to create the illusion of teleportation back to the Podium.*

"Itself. But to keep it simple... Many of you will never go very far in this school. I call it the Mathmetician's Fallacy. A keen understanding of magic hinders your ability to develop in this school. But not all of you are cut out for it. Those with any further interest... Please see me after this, and to the rest of you... The Sensible sort, I wish you a Merry Saturalia."

*Everyone began to walk out the main doors. They seemed a bit more captivated this time but she frowned at the dismal turnout still.*
Wayne
She was writing notes on a parchment, staying seated as she watched the others leave.

She then grabbed a bottle of wine and would pour herself a cup before taking a sip.

Continuing to write her lecture in neat cursive.
Amy
*She had a mug of a seasonally appropriate drink. Eggnog, alcoholic, of course. She downed the whole thing and set it down, muttering to herself before she realized there was still someone here. She stared at her.*

"You... You stayed?"
Wayne
"Of course... I've been bored so I've found your lectures interesting. I might be a master of destruction, but I would like to get better at teleportation. Much like how the Arch-Mage can hop wherever and whenever he wants to.
Tina
I got moved from my desk position so expect little to slow response until 9m
Amy
*Nobody ever had. A pleasant surprise.*

"Not everyone can grasp it as easily as the archmage... It's almost astounding how well he does it. But then again... Everyone has something within them they're attuned to..."

*She approached. She was wearing a long-sleeved dress without shoulders, it looked relatively warm. Around her neck was a necklace with the Tribunal Ghartok symbol. She wore glasses, but most strikingly, a patch of skin on her face was golden. Not like an Altmer, it was a little richer looking.*
Wayne
"Well the farthest I went was a Nord Bathhouse... Not a pleasant experience. But I try not to use it much, could get myself killed." She laughed, sipping more of her wine.

"You're a fine teacher, I wish to teach someday but looks like they'll have a destruction teacher till the end of time... Perhaps I'll teach proper Nord History. None of the made up stuff." She complimented.

Lenore wore a long dress, dyed a dark blue that exposed parts of her skin. It was more unique robe style. I never really take interest in other schools, hopefully I learn how to teleport much better in the coming years." She added.
Amy
"Proper history is rare in any culture. Many contemporary dunmer wish to pretend that the Slavery of the great houses wasn't as large at is truly is. Argonians want you to think that they invaded Oblivion when there are few sources on that event, and the Redguards want you to believe there were no Elves in Yokuda."

*She touched the gold spot on her face and adjusted her glasses.*

"The Dunmer... The Tribunal... They're important to my studies, and i try to keep my lectures as objective as possible, but nobody *Truly* Knows what happened at Red Mountain."

*It just came to mind that she was an Elf interested in Nord History.*

"Why Nord history? You are well... *Here*, but theres not that much we don't know about the nords. They were meticulous with their records."
Wayne
"Because I grew up in Bruma, we always had the snobby outsider think of Nords as nothing but alcoholics and morons." She crossed her arms and pouted.

"Living among Nords, you get to see the bigger picture and I've grown fond of the snow and high peak mountains. But more of, I fear that when the second Great War comes... The..." Lenore paused and looked around.

"Thalmor will do everything and anything to erase Nord Culture and History... I rather keep that true knowledge hidden in case of the bad..." She whispered.
Amy
"They'll never make it through the Pale pass. They'll starve and die there."

*A very... Strong view on what would happen in the event of a Second Great War.*

"That history needs to remain objective. Genocide of the Snow Elves included."

*She was very definitive with her views. She didn't want to sugar-coat anything. She was so honest that when the Clockwork Apostle who is friends of the archmage visited, even he was surprised about how visceral she was describing Dres slavery. Even despite her near-death by the An-Xileel.*

"But I've discussed this potential war too much... We like history to get away from the present..."

*She levitated a jug of eggnog over to her with a mug and poured it in, moving it back to the podium.*

"Bruma? There arent many from there. I'm from Solstheim... Wretched place..."
Wayne
"Yes, I was born and raised in Bruma. A nice city that lies not far the Border. Which is why I rarely feel homesick when I'm in Skyrim." She answered.

"Yeesh, Solsthiem? I would never want to spend time there. I mean no offense." She commented.