Professor Gerald Carnes is in the magic faculty of Whateley Academy. Gerald seemingly ignored the question as he produced a bit of chalk from a dark blue vest that showed the signs of age. With an easy grace the thin man stooped and made a series of marks on the floor. His face was briefly occluded by a shock of amber color hair as it drifted from his shoulders to fall forwards as he stooped and wrote. Gerald, to her eyes, was a glowing gold figure that held a warm sun-like glow at the core of his being. Jane was, as ever, filled with a lush green light that felt of life.