Botros stayed in his spot by the desk, watching the students partner up and chant along to the Isa galdr. He'd move his lips and chant with them for a short period of time, and would scan the room again for anyone who wanted help or a partner. His old eyes couldn’t detect from all the sparks and the spells flying in the classroom, though.

“Alright everyone!” He called out, going into a fit of coughs. His napkin was in his hand in a moment and he coughed into it a few times before he recovered. “Excuse me. Okay, great job everyone, I’ve been watching you and the general effort you all gave in learning how to combine the runes with your spell work is noteworthy and good. If there’s no more questions, you may pack your things and leave. And good luck.” His eyes found the leaving students in his class, those who were not returning next year.