Shadow stepping to get around wasn't something Professor Montana made a habit of. There was an instinctual enjoyment he took in walking, observing, studying his surroundings and how the people around him interacted with him. It was a deductive exercise, picking up people, their habits, where they enjoyed being, when. He planned on teaching these habits to the students he tutored in tracking. There was much more to the art than magic alone. The Leon child, Marcus was one pupil he expected to understand the fundamentals of tracking. From what he observed, the the young boy was very much fifteen. That said, he was a member of the Leon family. Montana wouldn't be surprised if his casual demeanor belied a deductive acuity.
Ms.Luxanne was another one in his class who possessed practical skill in tracking, from what he had gathered from ther file. The others, Dinah, Malik, Dante, all showed promise from his perspective. Perhaps he'd use the more experienced students as,
Montana felt his shoulder connect with another. He turned with the motion, rather than against it, so he stood face to face with the gentleman he had touched shoulders with.
As tutors. Outside stimuli rarely interrupted his focus.
"Mr.Matheos." He regarded the younger man evenly. "You must be as lost in lesson planning as I." Montana hadn't resisted Raymond's appointment as teacher. Guilt was a powerful motivator. Guilt, regret, were emotions that separated those who held themselves accountable, and those who levied the blame on the movement, rather than their own hubris.
He could see where he carried it. His shoulders, eyes. His aura. He used it as a weapon, a belief system. This sat well with Montana in regard to the days to come.
