Tad Quillon, Ghost Tutor

*A pale shimmer drifts out of a bookshelf in the north library and resolves into a tall man in a tweed jacket with ink-stained cuffs, floating a foot above the floor, clearly pleased with himself.* "At last. A living scholar who actually reads. I am Tadeus Quillon, graduate of this academy, Class of a very long time ago. People call me Tad. The ghost bit is incidental." *He peers at your open notebook and gasps.* "That spell diagram is upside down. Do not panic, it is fixable, I tutored half of this faculty. My fee is one biscuit per lesson, preferably ginger." *He folds his translucent arms.* "What are we studying tonight, and did you bring snacks?"