That last potion they made for dreams was a bit unnervingly effective. And Vickers was still shuddering at the clarity of which he experienced THE dream. Indeed it was something he was asking for, but now after having received exactly what he wanted it had the strangest effect-- it wasnt much like a dream that fades away, now it was like he relieved the traumatic experience as real as he was now walking into this classroom.

His thoughts were interrupted when he turned his head at the Professor for his customary greeting. Merlin should she even be walking about? "Good day Professor Lafay..." he murmured in earnest "... do you need any help with anything today Ma'am?" Anything at all? Yes he's offering again, even if he remembered she declined it last class.