Jace let out a chuckle. “I took a nap before class professor. I thought I’d be late. But yes...it was a good run. Made me warm and all.” He said nodding and grinning like an idiot at his professor. Thank Merlin he wasn’t as strict as his teachers back in Japan. They wouldn’t tolerate such appearance. And...what about dropping something? “Oh. Right.” He said as he quickly zipped his bag up and gave the professor a sheepish grin. Nothing was valuable inside his bag anyway so he wasn’t too worried about it...but then again, his notes were there and are important for revision later on. Merlin...he was somehow not himself that day.

He went ahead to put the plastic gloves on, and broke the clay in three parts and started to roll and mash it with his hands. Jace was too tired to exercise his creative brain, so he would go for his classic theme: a samurai. And as he made his clay model, he took note of the other man named Angelo Toussaint. YATI, huh? Tough man. When the question came up, Jace took a moment to think about his answer.

Clay still in his hand, Jace raised his hand to offer his thoughts. “The Dark Arts is the practise of magic, which can threaten people’s lives. It also corrupts the practitioner, bringing damage to his or her soul. I believe if one goes far with it, the effects are irreversible.” Jace said as he continued to roll and mash his piece of clay. The torso and head are coming along really well, although it doesn’t seem to look like a samurai just yet. “And...I suppose the British Ministry enacts the laws that forbid its practise? However, the formulation of such laws must’ve been from the International Confederation of Wizards.” Maybe, he wasn’t really sure. Laws are boring, albeit its importance.