As Rose walked into her next class, she would find her teacher standing infront of the board, writing a few things down for the days class. He had yet to meet Rose, yet he knew that Rose was Rose, since she had pink hair and minor else in the class had such hair. "Well hello there, you must be Rose. Am I right?" The teacher asked, the man was in his mid to late thirties. Wearing a pair of jeans, a vest with a nice white button up under it, the arms rolled up. His lack hair spiked up. "I am Mr. James by the way, do you have any art with you that you could up at the back of the class?" His hand rising up to point to the end of the room.<br/><br/>Sure enough, the back wall had drawings and paintings of others in the class, it was only the start of the year so some of the drawings were still rough, even for such a fancy art school. Yet others were rather amazing, Mr James would walk towards the back. "You see Rose, I believe that if you want to make it in the art world, you have to get use to others seeing your art, plus others will talk about it and criticize it. So why not start at this school?" He smiled, the other students starting to find there seats. "So rose, is there any special piece of art you want to share? Maybe of a close friend, or family member?" He looked towards Rose, holding a hand out as he hoped the girl had something, no matter what it was of, it could be a wolf for all he cared.