Brown staff comfortably in hand (and Blackstaff securely across his back), Marcus strides with nervous anticipation to Intro to Magic. On the one hand, he's going to a class where the odds of the Blackstaff being recognized are probably greatly higher than even. On the other hand, he's going to be able to talk about magic with other magic-users! Other magic-users who, hopefully, won't be trying to brainwash him or kill him!

~"Always the optimist, eh, boss?"~ Barty's voice chimes in with the mental impression of a nudge to the ribs. Marcus responds with a mental shove, good-natured, and lengthens his already-considerable strides.

When he gets to the door, he blinks in surprise at the spectacle before him. He spreads his senses over the door in an almost-reflex just to check if there were anything truly amiss. Then, swallowing his social anxiety, he walks up to the door.

"Ah, it's Sheree, right?" he pipes up to get her attention. "Take it easy, girl. Just run a bit of magic through your hand when you touch the door. Here, let me try."

Marcus shoos her hand away from the handle (if the skittish girl hasn't already retreated away from him in surprise). By way of demonstration, he brings magic into his hand in the form of a soft light and places it on the handle before turning it.