One robed student does flee the room, looking abashed.  The professor glares daggers at him until he's out of sight.<br/><br/>"Now that that's out of the way," he continues coolly, "I am Professor Willard."  He glances casually around the room, before making a sharp gesture with one six-fingered hand; his eyes narrow the tiniest bit.  Opening his briefcase, he begins to pass out copies of the class's syllabus, which explains his office hours and grading scheme in a level of detail that is both boring and unclear.<br/><br/>"You are here," he continues as he does so, "because you understand that magic is the most effective way to deal with your problems.  Because dealing with mundanes on their own level is, simply put, beneath you."  The corners of Prof Willard's lips turn up just slightly.  "Who here has already studied some of the applicable spells?"  A few students begin to raise their hands.