Class had barely been a class, but rather a detailed walk through of the structure of their doctorate and in which ways it was expected to differ from their previous degrees. Less focused on true instruction, besides the obligatory peer reviews they were to offer one another, the professor maintained the most efficient way of teaching was through practical applications; in the matter of astrophysics, that was bound to mean written exercises and problems.<br/>As Mulligan had gone on to describe how problems would be reviewed across the three groups, the first years had all glanced at Black, aware of what that implied. Although no skill was explicitly to be taught by Mulligan, not really anyway, it was still a matter of having gained enough experience to apply physics correctly.<br/>When Remus’ eyes drifted, he was taken aback when he once again met Black’s gaze. Certain both Burton and Debois had turned along with him, Remus had felt a flush of annoyance, uncertain whether or not the persistent gazes were meant as a challenge.<br/>Remus had made a point of not looking at the student teacher, no matter how often Mulligan engaged him in conversation.<br/><br/>When class had come to an end, Remus packed away the roughly scribbled notes, the sentences barely coherent to the point where they might as well have been tossed. It made tidying a quick affair, and after offering this gratitude to professor Mulligan, Remus had exited the room.