Last meeting surely was a success! Feliciano Vargas didn’t even know he could pull this off, thinking this is something worth sleeping on, turns out, isn’t worth it at all! Teaching his class is now one of his hobbies, it seems to be fun, him expanding his culture and language to the other students. In no time, he might gets students get into his culture. Italians… Everywhere? Not bad, not bad. This time, is another day and meeting for his class, he smiled walking up to his classroom door, carrying an Italian flag. Few more steps, his destination will be reached, he stopped by his classroom door, and looked at the white flag hanging… Smiling, he was about to take it off but then frown… No, He didn’t want to take it off. He refrained his hands from grabbing the white flag and smiled once again. Shrugging it off, he didn’t want the white flag taken off, it is one of his signatures, what if there’s a bully looking student comes by? All he needs is run outside the classroom and grab the white flag then waved it very fast, quickly. It can be use to his ‘emergency’ panicking. His hand jabbed into his pocket, reaching for his keys. Sound of keys as he took it off from his pockets and thrust the key into the doorknob unlocking the door. Feliciano went in and smelled the fresh air going in from the windows. His amber eyes would scroll around the room and finally attached his Italian Flag near the windows, attaching another ‘Italian related’ ornament in his room. He took a deep breath for the last time and rested his hands on his waist with a smile.
”Not bad, Feliciano Vargas! Not-ta-bad!"
Done with his daily task for his room, as days go by, he would always bring anything Italian related items, and would fill the room just like how it was in Italy, this is just how the Italian works. From his suit that he wears for the day, he took out a paper, could be his roster, looking at it, he walked towards his desk and would sat on it, only at the edge… He read it off once again.
(( Class D ))
“Elizabeta Hedevary”
Feliciano called his one and only student. She probably would be his favorite student, though this can’t be told or explained. His student’s beauty, Elizabeta’s beauty, he liked it much to the fact that he would like to have a relationship with her, just a date, but no, that would never be right. Visiting the Principal’s Office would be his nightmare… He never pictured himself being in that cold, dark and scary atmosphere room, he would die first just by coming across it. It’s a nightmare.
(( Class E, Don’t reply until its your day! There's also a chance I wouldn't be online, so keep watching my online status ))
This Class, the only class would have the Student Association Student. Feliciano Vargas looked at his roster, three students, the President and the two brothers… But wait, there’s someone new? A smile come upon his face, someone new and a new face would be interested with his culture and language. Very good, it made him happier! He read them off and decided to ‘quiz’ them, their answer, would be their ‘present’. He pointed at the Student Association Student…
“Okay, let’s-sa-review!”
“Come si Chiama?”
Hint: ‘Chiama’ You answer something similar to that word, answer with that expression or phrase. This question is for Viorica Dimitru
“Raivis Galante! Quanti anni ha?”
Hint: ‘Anni’ You answer something similar to that word and you answer it with a number.
“Eduard Von Bock? Dove sono nato?”
Hint: ‘Nato’ You answer something similar to that word and you say your country’s name!
Feliciano was done, giving a little review to his main students, but there was a new student… He called out his name…
“Arthur… Kirkland”
HIM?! He whined in fear and his eye wince to refrain himself from screaming... That would alarm everyone from the other classroom and interrupt other classes. That guy… another president but this guy isn’t in the Student Association like his student Viorica was. Arthur Kirkland, the President of the school’s Magic Club. This guy can’t be treated wrong... The paper begin to move so nervously, Feliciano was so nervous meeting this kid, he seemed so scared, but he is the teacher, he need to cut it out. He cleared his throat again and called forth his name in a more clear manner, he took another paper, but this time, it wasn’t a roster but one worksheet.
”Arthur Kirkland?”
