Jade had asked if he'd be in his classroom at a certain late hour, which already raised suspicions, but Heine really hadn't planned to leave until he finished a large chunk of grading. He's rolled up the sleeves of his robe but left a low fire burning in the grate. The latter tempts him to throw some particularly badly written responses in to burn like they deserve, but he refrains. Barely.

A knock on the door. Heine glances up, and lets the door swing open to reveal just the student he's come to know and mostly dislike.

"What do you want?"

Truly the worst professor.