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Demonology 101“Afternoon, class,” the lanky professor said, his voice bored. The doors slammed shut of their own accord after him, but did not lock. The not locking was such a strange occurrence that it was the subject of intense discussion, at least until the professor—robed in red like all the teachers at the Academy—made it down the 99 Steps of Knowledge to the orchestra at the bottom of the amphitheatre. Once there, he did not immediately begin a lecture, but instead began sorting notes on a table which obediently appeared for him.
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The sound of shuffling papers echoed all the way to the top of the seats, and his students shuffled with them, most nervously. No professor they had ever had so far had delayed their teachings this long. They were all too in love with the subject material.
When at last he spoke again, it was still not to begin a lecture. “Show of lights. Who’s here for Demonology 101?” he asked, the sh