Zephyrus held back the urge to give Iris a little wave from the back, knowing full well what that eye contact meant.
Of course, it was delayed by a some guy's question which could have been easily answered by the kid himself if he had paid a bit more attention to what she had been saying five minutes before.
Just like the kid in front of him that was texting underneath his binder.
Now by no means was Zephyrus a trickster by nature. He usually didn't have times for that kind of thing unless there was an edge of malice along with it and the person had truly wronged him or someone he cared about.
But. He was being the good husband nowadays.
Which meant that he couldn't let go of anyone not paying attention to his wife, their teacher. It was only right that students should show some respect to their teacher by listening and well, how were they going to do that with their iThing out and typing at the speed of light?
The scrape of the chair being blown sideways echoed sharply through the room as said inattentive boy got ejected from his seat and his iWhatchamacallit skittered across the floor to the other side of the room.