[OOC || Please excuse my absence, I was on a sort of vacation. =P I am lost now, so I'll just go on with what I know.]
Leon stood there, oddly shocked at the events that had occurred. Looking down at his small bloody wound, he grinned. Hm, it seems I was too easy on them, he thought after everyone had left. After class, he went to cleaning his wound and ensuring that it wasn't anything too serious, which it wasn't. The day was starting off slow, and it was to be expected that things would be uneasy for the first couple of days, or weeks in this case. He sighed to himself and continued on with the days' work, continuing to teach the coming classes with a sort of distant feel. He seemed distracted by something, but the other students didn't seem to notice, or care, he didn't know which, nor did he care.
None of the classes were quite as bad as the first, but some got a little out of hand when a renegade lycan or vampire thought that they stood a chance of making their teacher a pet for themself. It didn't take much for him to dispatch them, watching as they scamper away from him. At one point, the Headmaster himself intervened. Leon grinning with slight amusement, but the Headmaster saw things differently. However, the rest of the day was generally boring and uneventful.
Late that night, Leon found himself near restless and worn-out. "Heh, teaching seems to be a workout in itself," he mumbled to the mirror as he re-cleaned and re-bandaged his cut from Cry Baby. What was it that she had said that set him off? Made him so unsure and uneasy? Tch, fuck it.. Stupid kid. She'll learn one of these days, he thought forcefully. He needed rest, that was it. Turning back to sleep in his desk chair, he slept well until the next morning.
That morning, as the children began to spill into the classroom for Combat Arts, Leon, their teacher, seemed to not be present. He was gone.