Whoever was speaking had stopped, and since Ezio hadn't really been paying attention, all he caught of Violetta's speaking was 'Professor Nicastro will tell us about himself'. His chest rose and fell as he huffed loudly. This whole 'introduction' thing seemed so contrived. Chances were that no one would remember anyone else by name when it was all said and done, and the eventual formation of cliques would render everyone 'some bodies' or 'nobodies' to each other. If the kids were interested at all in knowing who the other were, they'd do it themselves, and nobody would really give a damn about the teachers.<br/><br/>After a few moments of silence, Ezio broke his inner cynicism to speak about himself. As one would expect from the uppity bastard, he remained seated and didn't even bother to look at the students as he spoke. He'd rather look out of the window near him, and he chose to do so. "So, I am supposed to teach here, but my life until recently was pretty good. I had a good family, and very comfortable social standing. My parents were kind, but stupid, but as long as they kept their purse strings loose, it didn't really matter. They were helping me cover my debt that I ran up in culinary school. Now I can't finish my degree, and they co-signed the loans so they are stuck with the bill. How very sad."<br/><br/>Ezio's voice was flat, he was bored and would rather be somewhere else, and he wasn't going to hide it. Not even to make a good first impression. "I suppose that as an adult, and a 'teacher' I should express more enthusiasm in being able to bond with you darling sprogs. Forgive me." Ezio glanced at the students before shrugging and looking out of the window again. No mention of magic, no mention of teaching the students aside from vaguely admitting that he disliked his job, a physical barrier with no eye contact.... It was a shallow introduction. He knew that he was coming off badly, but all that mattered right now was himself, and frankly he'd rather be doing something fun.