Hm. Well, guess he wasn't taking part in this one. An impolite and violent teacher was, in his experience, quite possibly the
worst things to deal with -- especially with broken ribs and a poor night of sleep behind him. He would simply have to schedule himself for a different class for first period. Some light wordplay echoed in his head, and just as easily as he had entered the classroom, he popped out of existence. Being a 'wizard' had its perks sometimes.
He reappeared at the admissions office and picked up a schedule planner and some papers to fill out, then vanished once more and returned to his dorm to put in the proper applications for other courses.
Raaawk poked his head through the window and watched as Mr. Wind wrote on the whiteboard. He didn't have a proper sword, but his own feathers were extremely rigid and strong - more like serrated scales than the soft feathers of birds. It would do nicely. With some effort and a small bit of pain, he plucked a long, bright red feather from his backside and grasped it in his right claw.