James was silent for a moment before smiling again. "Good." he muttered. "Very good." 

If anyone was using soul perception on him, they either didn't want to question the fact he was a witch or refused to, or their soul perception would be too weak to glean past his soul protect, cast in the form of Arcana: The Magician. Either way, no one has attempted to kill him so far. "Now then," he continued, "I suppose I'll start by taking attendance..." 

The rest of the first class was rather typical, with James outlining the curriculum and other such formalities for the rest of the year. Finishing up ten minutes early, James looked at his watch. "Well, it seems there's still ten minutes to go before the bell. Oh well." he shrugged. "That's it for this period; you're all free to go. If you have any questions, stay behind so I can answer them." 

The bell didn't decide when the class ended - he did.