Quin’s piercings glinted as he moved toward one of his students who had taken a bit of a tumble. He easily scooped the child up onto her feet as he checked her elbow, it was just a bit skinned. He spoke softly, unheard by the group in the courtyard, but one could easily determined the short conversation. The little girl shook her head, a very determined look coming over her as she stifled her sobs and got back to the relay. Quin stood and grinned as he watched the little squirrel girl get back to her team.<br/>This was where it started. Half the student-body’s obsession with Quin. He had had this job for nearly 20 years, which meant 20 years of classes that passed through his particular brand of coaching and learning.