Looking for Gold - Part 7

"Is this uhm… your first Command class?" Aime asked amiably, now that she'd made eye contact with him, it would have been awkward to continue without making conversation.

"It is indeed," Oliver said.

"Ah, then, I think you'll be surprised by it. I was the first the time I saw it," she said.

Oliver had no idea what 'it' was referring to, nor did he have time to ask, for the professor was already marching into the room, with a book clutched tightly to his chest.

His long black tailcoat trailed behind him. The man seemed to exude elegance. He was an old man, and Oliver wondered from the look on his face if he was the first man to ever master the snooty noble look.

Professor Wyndon he introduced himself as, and the man spoke every bit as snootily as he looked. He clutched his book as he spoke, but made no effort to reference it. It seemed he held it more as a fashion statement than an actual object of utility.