Serenity closed her classroom door and took out a piece of white chalk. She started drawing a pentagram and a few symbols on her floor. Grabbing her supplies and a thick leather book she consulted it before writing down a few more symbols and lighting candles. She filled up a few bowls with herbs and water before sitting down in it. She closed her eyes and started chanting.
After Sam had finished getting his classroom together, he decided to take a tour of the institute. It was big and clean for an underground school. He passed other trainers and some students, most of whom he had read about in their books. Sam stopped walking when he saw Serenity's room. He heard her voice chanting most likely to another ritual. Casually he leaned against her wall and listened.
Serenity's chant went from Latin to English as she spoke. The words calling forth a particular spirit from the void. Though she didn't like to, sometimes she needed to gather more information than the ghosts around her gave, sometimes she needed to force it out from a less willing one. "Mrs. Saunders. I wish to speak with you," she said, calling young Chloe's mother out from the vale.