As he walks thorugh the halls, he has an idea.<br/><br/>He backtracks, to the two standing in the hallway discussing the school's labyrinthine ways (Max and Charlie).  "Do you two want to start off the semester the right way?"  He grins.  He can't help it, a mad plan is forming.<br/><br/>He extends his hand for a shake.  "Weyland Mathers.  Professor, that is."  He blushes a little, it's true (at least temporarily) but he's unused to the title.<br/><br/><br/>