As Zansk heard her say this, he smiled, then beginning his teaching, showing her the forms and such needed to cast the spells and then stepped back as he said to her,<span style="color: blue">"now then, try to do as I have instructed and you should be able to teleport. Remember this however, the lengthier the teleport, the more magic you use. Don't worry though. Before long you'll see that it won't even take from you as you get used to it and your magical energies will grow as you age."</span>and then, suddenly, he hears the bell and sighs, proceeding to say,<span style="color: blue">"It seems we will have to cut this lesson short for another time, Angel. But believe me, we are not nearly done with our lesson. If you would prefer, I could always teach you after school rather than during the short time that lunch is devoted to. Besides, I'm always free after teaching hours."</span>and the field and sky slowly begin to return to that of a classroom, Zansk sitting on his now empty desk. It seemed the Janitors had taken the things on his desks but didn't bother to take those cursed sweets, the scent filling his nostrils. Oh, how he hated it and it's false sugars and other ingredients that only normals could handle. Perhaps he would just give the things to his class and with that, his door unlocked with the click of a Janitor's key as Zansk's eyes grew wide, saying to Angel,<span style="color: blue">"I'd move away from the floor and get to your seat...fast!"</span>and suddenly the door thrusted open as students piled in like fierce beasts on a hunt, quickly taking to their seats and then going into gossip with their nearby friends. Quite a peaceful environment now that they'd all settled into their chairs once more, back from their Lunch breaks to gain a deeper understanding of magic.