Emery growled as he stalked into the room, arms outstretched as the windows slammed open. The ceiling, charmed to show what emotion he was feeling, silently thundered as his eyes darkened in annoyance. His cloak billowed around him, intent on intimidating the lot until they’ve proven themselves. Herbology was, in no way, the ‘safest’ class.
“All right.” He growled out lowly, keen eyes glaring into the surrounding students. “Mine name eez Emery Keitstock. And I am your Herbology Teacher for ze school year.” His wand flew out the class was enveloped in a cool sensation of something watching them down. "What I did waz clean off all ze foreign dirt-" He spit out the word like it was a curse. "Off your skin. I do not want all ze disgusting teenage hormonal germz contaminating mine plants." He glared at the class and watched for their reactions.
"Zis class will be dangerous." Some children in the background coughed, making silvery green eyes narrow in on them in deadly intent. Many students paled. "Oh, so yoo zink zis iz funny, do ye not?" His voice deepened to a slight purr. "Yoo will find eet funny when ze vines wrap around your throat and slowly strangle all life from ze body until not a zound will be 'eard from you. Ze plant will zen use zour body as eets new 'ome. Killing all your family for your one stupid mistake... Zat would be funny, would it not? Hein?" His tone was innocent, watching in amusement as the boys and girls turned a light green.
"Anywayz. I 'ave a class to teach. Any questions, hein?" Emery's eyes scanned the crowd for any questioning faces, crossing his arms and waiting.
