Victor finally did make it to the class, knocking twice before letting himself in, having a very annoyed look on his face before giving the Survival teacher a stiff nod in respect more than anything before closing the door behind him. "Well sir, I apologise for my late arrival, but I was held up by something." It was about all the information he was about to disclose, but he didn't think empty politeness would matter much to the undead teacher anyway - and he wouldn't pretend to love this class. If any of what he heard about James rang true, that'd probably serve as a mild annoyance, at best. Letting out a little sigh, he sat himself down in an empty chair that wasn't adjacent to anyone - not that he knew any of the other students anyway, except for those that well, were, hard to overlook. The boy took a few seconds to calm himself down before looking at his teacher in the front "...anyway, sorry, sir. You asked to drink this, yes?" before taking his eyes off him and taking a closer look at the vial in front of him with a curious expression on his face while he shook the potion in his hand just a little bit, inspecting it from every angle.