Time to relax and take in deep breaths.

Erm, Professor, how was that supposed to be happening when you were clearing your mind, and apparently you should be feeling faint or dizzy or off? Shouldn't they be feeling the complete opposite to that? Devlin didn't find the logic in it, so, sighing, and raising one eyebrow he tried to concentrate.....

..... which was insanely difficult cause his roomie over here was losing all sense of whatever sanity he had. "Hey! You look like a bloody idiot, like that." Devlin whispered harshly to Grayson. Honestly, he did. Thankfully, though, he regained his composure so Devlin wouldn't have to give the other guy looks of annoyance.

Drawn. Talk.

Right, this was starting to sound like some fluffed up imagination to Devlin now. His opinion on the class was wavering.

So, that deep breathing thing? He should start that now. The boy first tried to calm his breathing and ease his mind, which was not going so well. Whatever. No one was a master and was going to get this right the first try.

Concentrate.