Ian walked in a greeted the professor. Good day, Professor Bellaire. He noted the classroom was arranged as it normally was, not like it had been when they'd left. He sat at his desk and waved to Angel in greeting. As he sat at his desk, be began to look at the snowglobe. It was the ice gardent they'd been working on when the class was dismissed last time. He wanted to pick it up and shake it, but figured he should probably not. The temptation was very great though. He tried to distract himself by looking around and saw the beverages and snacks waiting for them. (Or at least he thought so).