[centre][b]Freija[/b][/centre]

With a raised eyebrow, Freija noted the man as rather peculiar. There was an eeriness about him, though she couldn't quite place a finger on it. It was definitely worth noting down on paper when she had the time, in a little journal or whatever parchment she could get her hands on in order to add it to her notes, however. The thought wasn't dismissed as easily as she might have done with notes on any other race she'd seen plenty of before. Undead was knew to her, and though it seemed like dangerous ground to tread on, she wanted to learn more about this particular race and how they functioned. She took mental notes, like she always did. Very cold. Very stiff. Very distant. Pupil-less? Something about that tone of voice that came off as unsettling. Calm, formal as required, but distant, as if the thoughts of this man were elsewhere. Very interesting.
"Ah, that's quite interesting. I've never met the Undead before. Nor is it a race I've come to learn much about. Hopefully I might learn some things here at the academy. It's a pleasure, James." she said, masking the curiosity and the burning, insatiable need to ask more with a much lighter tone of voice, though harbouring evident respect already. This didn't seem like a man who she wanted to upset. Not in the slightest. She hesitated before another question left her lips, though his magic presence was too difficult to ignore. It was dark and mysterious, like the rest of him.
 "What is it you teach at this school?"