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Pierre François Lafayette | Teacher at Harvest Academy

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Husbando Material || Raguna and Pierre

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No matter all the stereotypes of teachers getting paid very little and everyone telling him he shouldn’t, Pierre found great joy in teaching. Well for the most part anyway. Grading was kind of like busy work to him. And the students thought they had it hard doing all this paperwork. Try reading the same responses thirty (or more) times.

He had given the class some work on the overhead and in the meantime he was catching up on grades. Pierre was shuffling through all the papers putting graded ones into one pile and ungraded in another. He had to organize everything by assignment but he was determined to get it done at some point today! He came across this one boy’s paper. Raguna Loire. Not that his work was terrible in any way, but he had been reminded that he wanted to talk to this boy. 

“Hey Raguna, can you come here for a sec?” he called from his desk.

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Meetin’ the fam || Neil and Pierre

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Since Pierre started working here, he had been meaning to talk with Maya about becoming a teacher assistant. Not only did he love cooking and food, but he figured that he could offer some tips from his days of being a gourmet chef. He entered the classroom only to find she wasn’t in there. Oh well, maybe he’ll try another time. 

He was on his way out when he almost ran into a short tall blond man. 

“Oh! Sorry about that!” he chuckled. 

He hadn’t properly introduced himself to this man but he remembered the face from the party. What was his name? It started with an n. Neville...Nico...Nigel?

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Waifu Material || Kyle and Pierre

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As Pierre was settling into the school, teaching came at ease. His students were a delight to have and the material wasn’t hard to teach. He knew more about the cooking portion of the class than anything, that was his favorite section of the class. If his cousin didn’t have the cooking class, then he would have taken that position. Home ec was the next best thing though! He even learned some things throughout the course. 

Pierre had assigned the class to hand sew a small pillow. He figured that would keep them busy for a bit while he caught up on grading assignments. In the midst of grading, he decided to get up and take a look at his students work. 

“Bien joué!” he congratulated as he walked around. He arrived at the desk of a certain redhead. “Kyle! Everything’s good?”

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I need an adult! || Pia and Pierre

@fishysecret Due to his short stature, people often made the mistake of thinking Pierre was one of the new students. He was a full grown adult and he will defend this until he has one foot in the grave. Even though he was a capable and responsible adult, he sometimes made mistakes. Everyone does, right? 

He was just trying to make copies of an assignment for his French class, but fate had a different idea for him today.

Pierre entered the copy room and brought his laptop with him. The document was already pulled up and ready to go! All he had to do was press print! He had decided on a number of copies he wanted to make and pressed the button. He twiddled his thumbs and wasn't really paying attention having faith in the printer. 

It made the familiar humming noise and started spewing the copies. All of a sudden, Pierre smelled... Smoke? He looked up to see tendrils of smoke leaking out from the cracks and crevices of the printer. Oh no. He looked around frantically for something, anything! If this were in the kitchen, he would just put it out with an extinguisher but.. would that be okay with a printer? 

Thankfully someone came in at just the right time! “Ah! Perfect timing! Help!” he waved his arms around and pointed to the printer.

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One and the Same || Maya and Pierre

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Ah! A fresh new start. Not that being a gourmet chef was getting boring or anything, Pierre just needed...a new beginning. A change in routine. He straightened his bow tie and tipped his hat back ever so slightly to get a look at the school. He received a school map and from that, Harvest Academy seemed like such a large school for high schoolers. Ne pas s'inquiéter! Not to worry, he was confident he would be able to navigate through the school.

He also already knew someone who worked here so things already started off great! Speaking of that person, he should probably contact them. He pulled out his phone and started searching through his contacts.

“Voyons voir...Where is..Oh! There!” he muttered to himself. 

Maybe texting would be the best way to contact them? He wouldn’t want to interrupt something important.

“Hey, I’m outside the school gate getting ready to check in. Meet me by the office?” the text read. 

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Teacher’s Lounge || Open

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Another ordinary day was half way over and that meant it was time for a lunch break. Lyla preferred to eat in the Teacher’s Lounge where she can meet with other adults to fulfill her daily social needs, but this was her first time coming across someone who forgot to bring their lunch… She couldn’t help that she happened to walk right up behind the person who started to bemoan their situation. So she felt a bit awkward for stepping forward like this.

“Um… Would you like to have half of my sandwich or even a couple of the cookies I made? They’re chocolate chip!”

Being new to the job, Pierre was still working out the little things like how early to wake up for school. This morning he had underestimated the time it would actually take him to get to school. He was there on time, but unfortunately, he forgot to pack lunch! He was so preoccupied with being on time on the first day that he forgot about this thought until lunchtime swung around. 

He entered the teacher’s lounge where he presumed other teachers would be having lunch and smelled the delicious waft of food in the air. His hunched over remembering he would have to go out to get lunch. Or so he thought.

A pink haired girl came up to him offering him some of her lunch. He was so hungry so he couldn’t decline, but also felt a little bad that she had to take pity on him. 

“Ah, yes! Thank you!” his eyes lit up, “I should find a way to repay the favor... Oh, what about I make you lunch tomorrow as a thank you?”

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a shade of black

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While walking along one of the many hallways of Harvest Academy, Vivi encountered a little show today. Not too far from where she stood at the moment was none other than Wayne Johnson, Mr. Flirtatious Cowboy himself. Beside him were three young girls, probably his students. All had reddened cheeks and seemed to gush over something he said. Now what kind of flattery did that man give them to put them all in such a high mood?

“Poor gals, now their hope’s are up over–..”  As she approached him and the girls that soon went on to their merry way, Vivi rolled her eyes and shook her head. Some people truly don’t change. “–you. They need to pick their men better, hmp.” 

Some girls from the History of Religion class he was subbing for the time being held Wayne up for some follow up questions. At least that was their original intent. Wayne didn’t mind the attention, of course, but it was starting to cut into his lunchtime. 

“Sorry ladies I have to go to lunch, we can talk later though!” he winked as he waved them off. 

He was getting ready to head off to waltz on over to the local café off campus when dazzling Miss Ire came his way. 

“Ah Miss Ire. Striking as always. Hm, not sure what you meant by that, but I was about to grab some lunch. You can explain yourself if you join me,” he grinned.

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So (Not) A Teacher’s Pet || Wayne & Rosetta

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     【❧】~ Rosetta could be what some considered a ‘teacher’s pet’. She didn’t think of it that way, though. What was wrong with wanting to be in your teacher’s good graces? She was a senior who was thinking seriously about her future beyond the academy, and recommendation letters for universities and future jobs were a huge part of that. She wasn’t a kiss ass– she was smart, and that kind of intelligence and wit would get her everywhere.

      “I brought those extra papers you needed help with grading, Mr. Johnson. Oh, and I also came to pick up your class’s sign up sheets for the Ren Faire for the council.”

      She sets down the stack of graded papers on his desk, glancing at him expectantly afterwards. “Did you need anything else?”

Wayne greeted Rosetta, one of his more ambitious students, with a smile as she brought a stack of papers. He had to find a way to repay her somehow. 

He always appreciated the other kids who went the extra mile. While other kids might have seen this as sucking up to the teacher, he never saw it that way. Wayne was a firm believer of if you wanted something in life, you had to work for it. 

“Thank you, Rosetta. I think that’s it,” he paused, “But I did want to talk to you about something, you’re a senior, right?”

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Lunch Date (but not really) || Iris and Wayne

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The school festival had finally come to a close and that, unfortunately, meant that students and teachers had to put all of their focus back on work. Iris tapped her pen on her desk once the students cleared for lunch, thinking about the past week and how busy it had been. One thing that made her chuckle was the attempt of the love trial with Wayne, something she told him from the start wouldn’t work out. They weren’t as compatible as they used to be.

“Hm?”

She looked up to see the same guy from her thoughts standing by her door with a smile. And no games? That didn’t sound like Wayne.

“I can’t say no if you’re paying.”

Iris offered a playful smile and stood up, meeting him by the door.

Excellent. Wayne didn’t mind paying for lunch (he did offer), since he was taught it was important to always be kind to women. Now, what to get for lunch? Since they weren’t students anymore, they weren’t limited to the cafeteria food or the other places to eat around campus.

“So, what do you feel like having?” he asked as he was greeted by her presence. 

Hopefully, she wouldn’t choose some overly expensive place. He offered to pay, but he was also on a teacher’s salary. 

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Octopi My Thoughts || Pia and Wayne

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The swim team was rather small this time of year, but that didn’t stop Pia from putting them to work. It was very important to keep all the students in tiptop shape and although it was getting colder outside, the indoor pool allowed for year round training - and fun when it was earned and after practice hours.

“You’re all looking good!”

It was a good idea to keep the team motivated with kind words or so she thought at least. Every coach had their own way. She was sitting on one of the poolside chairs in her pink one piece and white cover-up, after all this was still during school hours. We really need a teacher pool event. I need a reason to wear my newer bathing suits. Pia was snapped out of her thoughts by a sudden voice.

“Oh! Not at all. They’re just swimming laps.”

She stood up and walked over to the new teacher and extended a hand for him to shake.

“You must be Mr. Johnson~!”

When he got a closer look, it appeared the team was in the middle of doing laps and she was in the middle of instructing them. He grinned as he watched her approach him. Ah! Even cuter in person. She was like a cherry blossom in the spring. However, he was surprised at how small the swim team was. He would have thought with such a pretty instructor, people would be lining up left and right to join.

“Yes, but you can call me Wayne, “ he winked, “And you are Ms. Arabella if I remember correctly?”

He took her hand but did not return the shake. Instead, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her palm. 

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Letters || Closed

Teaching had its challenges and benefits. Grading was one of those special gray areas. While interesting to see the inner workings of his students’ brains, some responses were absolutely banal. It was pretty easy to tell when his students just wrote down what they think he wants to hear thus sounding robotic and stiff.

The assignment was to write a letter from the point of view from a historical figure they’ve discussed in class. Admittedly, it was also to make his students appreciate the lost art of letter writing. What a shame no one wrote letters the traditional way before all this new technology.

It must have been hours of analyzing and grading papers because they all started to look the same. He tossed the stack he was working on off to the side and leaned back in his chair. The low hum of the air conditioner combined with the ticking of the clock filled the otherwise silent classroom. His fingers drummed the desk right before pulling out his own paper and pen. Writing his own letter would serve as a good example for the students but he added a more personal touch. It was addressed to a certain staff member in the school.

After devoting his time and effort into this flowy prose, it seemed like he had just poured his inner workings from the deepest parts of his mind. In contrast to some of his students’ letters, his was comprised of more emotion than he had ever expressed aloud. Weird how writing could reveal the deepest, raw emotions that may surprise the authors themselves. Too bad no one would see this. He neatly folded it up and shoved it into the nearest drawer and busied himself with the monotonous task of reading those apathetic letters.

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Octopi My Thoughts || Pia and Wayne

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It was after school hours and Wayne had no reason to stay later than usual, so he was packing his things and getting ready to head home. On his way to the main gate, he caught a glimpse of the swim team practice. He was getting ready to just ignore it and walk on by. However, he caught sight of a pink haired lady. 

Wayne wasn’t really interested in the swim team or keeping up with the school sports, but the cute teacher? That was something he was interested in.

He popped in and it looked like everyone was leaving.

“Hey there!” he greeted, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”