It was anything but conventional for a witch to suddenly sweep in and request to attend class with Lux University's undergraduates. It was really odd, actually, that someone would actually want to be in a class of History of Magic. Vera had nothing against the subject, really, but she much preferred the more practical classes she was taking. Like Alchemical Reactions, which came up right after this class. The expectancy was the only thing that took her through these lessons.

Classmates begin to whisper amongst themselves, curious. Vera supposes she, too, is mildly curious about the arrival. The woman was pretty. Very pretty. Hair as red and bright as an apple's skin, outfit elegant and sober. The alchemist in training wonders again, even more confused, what a witch like her was doing in a classroom like Vera's. She barely registers the professor's inquiry on empty seats, but manages to raise her hand just in time.

"Sir, Cyril mentioned being sick today. His seat's unoccupied," she offers, pointing at the space next to her on the third row. As soon as she's finished, she slides farther along the joined table, to give the newcomer a place to sit, if she chooses to take it.

Their lecture falls back into full swing before she can do little more than say "Hi!" and wave, leaving a startled Vera to struggle to keep up with the many ways in which Dutchess Ferrina broke with tradition, and presented Enchantment as an affinity both versatile and powerful beyond that time's assumptions. Most of these she knows because of her father, who used to tell her tales of great enchanters as she grew up, expecting her to become one. Follow his greatness and those of enchanters before them.

It is those anecdotal events that she doesn't know that make her look up and watch her professor for a few seconds, marveling at his words, before realizing the man of graying hair had warned them this lesson would surely be covered in their next test. Soon enough, she's barely aware of the redhead's presence, and only once he dismisses the class does she remember that the comforting company of the blue-eyed boy has been replaced by a redheaded woman today.

"Quite the interesting lecture, wasn't it?" It's offered conversationally rather than as a strong impression that she really wants to discuss, but she figures it will do the trick and break the ice. It tends to, with her classmates, at least. "I'm Vera Lindt," she adds, smiling at the woman as she offers her a hand to shake. Normally she would have curtsied, but there was little room for that where they stood. Her fountain pens and scroll papers levitate into her bag while her hand is held up, losing no time because her next class is minutes away.

"Do you like History of Magic a lot? Is that why you're here? If so, you should probably seek Professor Irving. He's the university's leading researcher in the field. Or, rather, the leading researcher still in the field. Some think he should retire and enjoy what little he has left to live, but personally I thinn he enjoys it, and what better activity to enjoy one's life than the profession they love?"