Am I more than you bargained for yet?

Grant Halliwell- recent graduate of Magic School and currently a teacher in training there. Tracking magicaeestexpassione Please read pages!

[formerly10thregiment]

He nodded. despite his lack of understanding. “Oh, no, it’s not like I’m normal; I’ve seen telekinesis before, just didn’t expect it from someone human…looking? I’ve got telepathy, regeneration, and all this other not-as-important junk. I’m not magical, per se - at least, that’s not how I put it.” He explained, half musing to himself, gesturing wildly as he did. He smirked at his question, shrugging. “Eh, why not? It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do. Never got your name, by the way.”

[magicaeestexpassione]

"I'm not normal either. I mean, I'm a pretty serious hybrid. Mom was a Phoenix, Dad was a witch-whitelighter. It's just an odd mix, you know?" Grant nodded, moving past the man to open the door to the hallway. "It's actually really interesting- and I'm Grant. Grant Halliwell."

[lecroyantcynique]

"Roselle Grantaire," She said as she shook his hand, "But don’t call me Roselle. It’s R." She actually laughed out loud at his next question, not quite able to believe it. "Are you shitting me? ‘Yes, okay strange boy I’ve just met, I’ll go with you. That sounds like a great fucking idea.’" She gave him a duh look. “Are you crazy?”

[magicaeestexpassione]

"Roselle, that's nice. But if you prefer R, then R it is." Grant turned red, shrugging. "Figured I'd offer, you know. I mean-" he paused, a small smile creeping over his face. "Wouldn't need to get in a car or anything with me. Also, I might be. Just a little. Blame my mom."

[formerly10thregiment]

"Yes. Obviously." He said almost sarcastically, until a book flew past him and he perked up slightly. "Interesting ability you’ve got there." He commented, mostly to himself. His eyes followed the book, a curious expression on his face. "I’d honestly be surprised if I did. So this is…a magical school, then?"

[magicaeestexpassione]

"It's a Warren trait," he mumbled, flipping through the book until he found what he was looking for. "Hmph. I was right." Grant sent the book flying back to the shelf before shrugging at the stranger. "To us it's normal. To most others, yeah. Magical." He twisted his hands slightly in his teacher's robes, indecisive before sighing. "Do you want to take a tour of the place?"

[notanothergoofball]

"Wow, pretty cool. So I take it that you like to read?”

[magicaeestexpassione]

Grant grinned excitedly. "I love reading. I mean, it's a simple class, unless I'm teaching advanced composition that day, in which case-" he cut off sharply, shaking his head. "Crazy."

[lecroyantcynique]

She raised an eyebrow. “Huh,” She said simply. “I’ll take your word for it,” She shrugged. “I’ve already got my school. What did you say your name was?”

[magicaeestexpassione]

"Yeah." He turned red, sticking his hand out. "Grant. Grant Halliwell." An idea came to him suddenly. "Do you want to see the school?"

[notanothergoofball]

"That’s pretty cool! So, what subject are you thinking about teaching?" Garfield smiled.

[magicaeestexpassione]

"I run the drama club, but I’m looking at literature. Always did well in literature." He grinned.

[notxjustxstories-blog-blog]

Halli-well then

[notxjustxstories-blog-blog]

"Ugh, just… get in my car," Melinda ordered. "It’s time for you to go home."

[magicaeestexpassione]

"You’re gonna drop me off straight to the parentals or do I get to go home to my apartment?" he drawled, dropping the cigarette and smashing it under his foot. "Because I’m sure they’ll appreciate me being home.”

[lecroyantcynique]

"That makes no sense. You have to be a bachelor’s degree to be a teacher," R said without a hint of doubt in what she said. She had looked up the qualifications in high school when she briefly considered being an art teacher.

[magicaeestexpassione]

"Not where I’m teaching." He smiled fondly, thinking about Magic School. "It’s a nice school, you know." It probably helped that his grandfather was the headmaster as well.

[notanothergoofball]

"Woah! Graduated last year?! And already going to be a teacher? How is that possible?"

[magicaeestexpassione]

"It’s a, uh, special school. Plus my grandpa’s sort of the headmaster." Grant shrugged, a little uncomfortable.

[notanothergoofball]

"Give yourself credit, dude. I think being a teacher is pretty respectable!"

[magicaeestexpassione]

"It is. I mean, the kids I teach are like ten, so it's not weird. I graduated from that school last year, too."

[notanothergoofball]

"You took the words right outta my mouth. You also look too… I don’t know… too cool to be a teacher, you know? I think you could pass for a biker dude"

[magicaeestexpassione]

"I don't know. I just- enjoy it. It's weird, though, my mom doesn't really get why I'd rather teach."

[enviousmechanic]

"I wasn’t going to ask you that but thanks for letting me know anyways. How’s the teaching thing?"

[magicaeestexpassione]

"One kid conjured a giant panda today, if that's any indication of how things are." Grant grinned slightly. "Good, though. They let me teach all the classes today."

[magicaeestexpassione]

"No, I don't know where my parents are. Don't ask me."

[notxjustxstories-blog-blog]

Halli-well then

[notxjustxstories-blog-blog]

Melinda let out a heavy breath, this time actually rolling her eyes. “Honestly, I’d rather you do neither, but if you must…”

"You do know your parents would kill you, right Grant?"

[magicaeestexpassione]

"Hell, they don't know. I don't live at home with them, remember? They don't come and see me much either, so they won't know." He eyed his aunt quietly. 

[notanothergoofball]

"You’re a teacher?" He raised a curious eyebrow.

[magicaeestexpassione]

"Teacher in training, technically. I get the "you look too young" comment enough to add that on."

[notxjustxstories-blog-blog]

Halli-well then

[notxjustxstories-blog-blog]

Melinda rolled her eyes, tempted to yank the package right out of her nephew’s hand. “Well, I’m afraid to say that I doubt your claim, and those cigarettes are going to get you killed just as well.”

[magicaeestexpassione]

"I’m nineteen, Aunt Melinda, I’m a good kid. I have to be a good example for my students, remember?" He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her. "Would you rather me smoke or drink?" he mumbled, lighting the cigarette anyways.

[halfwhitelighter]

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"You’re not here because of some demon, are you?" She said, unsure.

[magicaeestexpassione]

"I can handle a demon. I’m not a little kid, you know." Grant huffed slightly. "Have you seen my dad, by any chance?"