Alma walked among the students, moving with a fluid grace that was common of angels.  His sight spell showed him in detail everything within a 10 ft radius, which is why he saw Luke walking behind him.  Turning around and walking backwards with ease, Alma nodded to the Headmaster.<br/>"Good morning sir, the speech was horrific as usual.  Glad to see Igor didn't get you to change it."  Alma did really I joy the speech, if only for the unapologetic cheesiness of it.  That and it showed that the Headmaster was still a child at heart, however many birthdays he has.<br/>"I'm sure the English teachers were all cringing.  How was your summer anyways?"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Trysten woke up from his slumped position on a seat in the back of the room, noticing that everyone had gotten up.  He had successfully slept through the Headmaster's speech, praise the devil.  He could feel his brain slowly dying last time he had to listen too that crime of literature.  Then again, it wasn't like he was using his brain for anything anyways.  Standing up, he started walking towards his first class, English.  Now that's a class he might stay awake for, if only because Miss Hannifin is oh so fine.