[ Edgin is not helping out with the Silver Court. Forget them, if they didn't plan ahead that's on them. No, he's got another project this month. He can be found all over the Castle and its grounds hanging up flyers. These are like wanted posters, except, instead of offering a bounty for a criminal they are asking very nicely for some other people who are instrumentally inclined to join a band! Yes, next season is winter and with winter is the Blue Court's time to shine and unlike some courts (Silver) who need help (Silver) because they didn't plan ahead (Silver), Edgin is determined to be ready.

And the ready he's going to be is with a band.

The flyers just list his regular office hours, as that's the easiest way to find him, and he may even be inclined to pitch the idea to a particularly skilled novice if they've been doing well in his musical revelry classes. Red Court does not have the corner on music making. Some music is not art, some music is simply to party. Feel free to catch him hanging flyers or just visit his office hours to learn more! ]

[ After the arrival of the new students, Edgin always feels a little off. It's too weird, to see them all paraded about. To know how they're going to cut all their mortal lives short and give them a chance to be reborn into something some of them might not want to be. Nevermind the poor Foundlings, who most youngbloods turn their noses up at. Even those who were Foundlings themselves.

So he's here to engage in a good old fashioned bit of gossip! What would be better than chatting up the other teachers and finding out what they think about current students? There's nothing more distracting than drama. Also, he's here working on some lesson plans he's not just like. Doing nothing. But when someone does walk in he looks up from his lesson plans. ]

Interesting evening, right? It seems like there's more of them every time.

[ Doesn't it? Or is that just his imagination? ]

[ Have you ever seen a man fight a pumpkin with a lute? Now's your chance! Edgin really is just battling pumpkin vines that are trying to keep him from his classroom (class starts in 10 minutes but he can't even open the door!!!) and while pieces of the gourds go flying, the vines don't give up in the slightest.

After a few minutes of trying and failing he pulls out a paper from his pocket and a pencil (ye olde pencil, I don't know, a piece of carcoal, a travel quill, whatever, just imagine with me) and hastily scribbles down "class on the main lawn." He then runs a hand through his hair to fix it where it was falling into his face and turns to whatever students are assembled ]

You know what? We're having class outside. C'mon kids.