Charles is already in the drawing room, on their sofa with his eyes closed, fighting his Professor stereotype by... having fallen asleep. It had been a busy day for him, too, jumping straight into Tenth Grade genetics before spending the next period touring the school, making sure all the other classes were running smoothly, that all the children seemed settled into their new school. The rest of the morning was then spent starting his one-to-one sessions. By lunchtime, he was sure he was missing a good amount of his eyebrows from little fire-breathing Liam, and a greater amount of his hearing from Annie's glass-shattering screams.

After lunch, he joins Sean and his Green house for their afternoon of training. The youngest of his teaching staff had felt more than a little apprehensive about suddenly being responsible for a mass of teenagers, but as it had turned out, he'd managed them all quite splendidly.

Still, by the time dinner was over, Charles felt like he could easily sleep for a week. And that's what he's setting about doing right now, against his will.