And a bag appeared. That would be his student? Or so he assumed. His eyes moved up to the figure standing there. "You," he replied as sourly as he could muster. There was something oddly familiar about the girl, but he was certain he had never seen her before now. He certainly would have remembered someone with her sort of hair if he had. However, he wasn't really too impressed. Still tapping his pen, he just glared up at her, head leaning into the palm of his hand. "You're late. If you know what's good for you, you won't be late again." If there would even be an again.
He motioned for her to hurry and sit down. "So you need help with composition?"