Conner seriously thought that Illyria had put some kind of former God-King mojo on him. Ever since the Battle of L.A, she'd been able to, and did, find him, wherever he might be. Sometimes, she even showed up to places before he'd even been sure he was going to them. She claimed that he irritated her less than other humans, and maybe that was true.
Connor personally thought that Illyria was going native, picking up more human emotions than she'd like, and was seeking out his companionship for enjoyment of it, but he'd never raised that point with the former God-King herself. He rather liked his spine where it was, thank you very much.
Either way, it really came as no surprise to Connor when, one day, in the middle of a lesson on the proper way to kill a Frell demon (You stabbed them in the heart and then removed their head, but the tricky part was to avoid the acid it was spitting at you while you attempted to do so), the door burst open, and Illyria stalked into the classroom, in all her leather-clad, blue glory.
Unfortunately, it was the middle of the lesson, and the interruption did come as a surprise to everyone else, as evidenced by the sudden whispering from the students, who, no doubt, thought they were being stealthy. (They would have seemed stealthy, but both Illyria and Conner had senses far above your ordinary human.) Connor realized, with a sinking sense of dread, that rumors would be circulating in every House and every year by dinner time. He knew just how effective a school rumor-mill was -despite never actually going to school- courtesy of his false memories.
He sighed, repressing the urge to slap a hand to his forehead, before turning to the young witches and wizards, who were now staring in awe at Illyria. Illyria, in true God-King fashion, pretended not to notice them.
He stifled a groan, and what came out instead was "Class dismissed."