Everyone at F.L.A.M.E. knows of Professor Trishorn, even those outside of the diplomacy track. Many-a freshman has made the mistake of signing up for all of his classes, thinking they might get a chance to talk to him afterwards. Because, let's be real, Trishorn is hot. Students swoon when he walks by, with his broody and chiseled face, hoping to get his attention. But the upper-year students at F.L.A.M.E. know that admiring from afar is the way to go--no one wants to get caught in a conversation.
What a disappointment those freshmen are in for when they realize they signed up for all of the most boring classes available. Not because the content is dull, but because the professor lacks an iota of personality. Trishorn is lucky he's got his good looks going for him.