'Promised a volcano?' The words were clearly mimed, not sure where on earth that would have come from given that the volcano incident had happened several years back when he was first learning to teach. What had Hank promised? "AH- yes, I'm sure that the students would be quite interested in meeting you. For now, it's a question of who to begin with and exactly what should be done to handle that. I've been thinking on that this morning, but it will be something we need to discuss."

Charles gave a small dismissive wave of his hand. "No, but it certainly had me up early this morning." He studied Aurus for a moment, then with approval in his voice, said, "I appreciate your effort to wear else this morning. Seeing an armed and armoured stranger around the school might have provoked a few issues that frankly, none of us would have wanted to deal with. ...Really now, though," Charles leaned forward in his seat, studing closer. "Are those leaves? Or merely fabric to suggest as such?"