Ismena looked up with idle contempt from her notes, a glance at the window told her “only one more hour…just one more”. All about her the other students scratched feverishly at their parchment, quills skittering across pages. The dull lamp over head had attracted its own solar system of very stupid moths. “Ismena, there is a time and place for cruelty and it is not my classroom,” Murmured a voice close to her ear, it’s tone bent with smirk “unless of course it is of my own making, you will stay an hour longer today and I shall show you just how cruel the warlock can be.”