Nate only glanced at the demon when he spoke up in response to himself talking.  Great it was a demon who seemed to want to be friendly to him.  That was never a good sign.  A demon being friendly to someone was only possible of plotting your downfall in one way shape or form.  And here a demon was trying to be friendly.<b>“Nathaniel.  Though it is never a pleasure to meet a demon.”</b>He didn’t look up much at the demon, Nate himself being only about 5’11, but there were still people here taller than him.  He also didn’t sound at all like he planned on being the demon’s friend.<br/><br/>Why couldn’t any of the others there try talking to him?  A few he would be more willing to be friendly with.  Though he ended up not getting a chance to dwell on it as soon the teacher spoke up his attention was back on her.  And she held it even with her displeased look.  He didn’t say anything back to her as she turned and started to move towards one of the buildings.  He followed like a good student, even if he had an attitude.  Of course as soon as he caught sight of that sway in her hips, he couldn’t help himself but stare at her ass and those swaying hips.   He was a healthy adult male human.  How could he not stare with a body like hers?<br/><br/>As soon as they got into the building he actually looked around at the corridor of doors and the stairwell.  It was large, and could hold more than the high school he had attended in just this one building.  But past that, he wasn’t impressed.  Though listening to the speech and the mention of the third years areas being off limits.<b>“Yay, so the only area where I will find people my age is off limits.”</b>And that was true as he looked around at the others, and took a guess he was the oldest in this group.<br/><br/>As the teacher, as the door said Miss Dyr, led them to it, he entered the class, and was even less impressed.  But at least it wasn’t high school desks, and more like small tables as desks.  Nate took a desk close to the front, in the front row, but in the corner closest to the door.  Sitting there, he looked bored, but couldn’t take his eyes off his fellow students before the teacher entered and took all the attention.  Though he did for a moment flip through the books to see what was in them.  The one with writing in it, ‘Magical Formulas and Practices' of them seemed basic compared to the journals he had studied.  The first year would be boring as hell, or eventful in a bad way with a couple of the other classmates.<br/><br/>Though when the cat girl spoke up, he looked at her surprised.  He hadn’t actually seen her openly.  Where had she come from?<b>“The chairs ain’t so bad.  But it will probably still be boring.  At least there is a nice view”</b>that could be taken many different ways, and each was very true.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>