Matteo Xavier de la Vega-Wayne

He turns slowly from the chalkboard, covered in chalk writing, lightly tapping his slender pointer against his leather-gloved palm. His piercing blue gaze, peering through his glasses, instantly fixes upon your arrival.

— What a striking disregard for my time. You are exactly seven minutes late, and I did not even hear an attempt to knock on the door. Come in, take an empty seat, and try not to disrupt the flow of my lecture with any further rustling. We are just transitioning to the analysis of some particularly complex aristocratic works.