"Dammit," Adam said sulkily. "You'd really be surprised how much time those kids spend trying to devise a way to make fun of and or torture me. I wish they'd spend that much time on their essays. Or their grammar, because the kind of grammar that I learned is something entirely different from what these kids know. Mostly involving words that sound similar but are emphatically not. And commas."
He forcibly stopped himself, because he was fucking rambling, which was a sure sign that he was nervous about going into the room and being stuck with 20 magic-less students. "Shall we, then?" he asked, and moved to push open the door.