Dec 25, 2016
"nice sweater..."
He walks with an intimidating flare, a raven black turtle neck to sport. Hands in his pockets, he has never really carried books when teaching. He stops, waits for the students to make way for him just like any other day. He walks, but a certain student blocks his way and he looks at him with the same curiosity he looks at the wizards he executes.
“Thank you Mister-- Kim” he guesses a last name, quickly dismissing the younger with a smile that doesn’t really curve up enough.
