he arrives earlier than anyone else. good thing they gave him a key. he and glynda have yet to meet in person, but she sent him the week's lesson plan to look over--which he now, of course, has memorized. so he takes it upon himself to speed to his new shared classroom and start writing information on the chalkboard. when he's finally greeted with another face, the board is covered about two-thirds of the way with tiny, scribbled lettering, and at least three empty coffee cups sit on the desk.
She had spent so long studying. Even before she was released from the hospital, Glynda Goodwitch had studied and prepared to become a professor. Now, just over a year since she had woken from her coma, she was teaching. She was still working towards her degrees, technically, but with her best friend being the headmaster of Beacon, he allowed her to come and teach early.
He had set her up with an assistant, someone to aid her day by day. After all, she was still technically recovering. Today would be her first meeting with this Bartholomew Oobleck. They had conversed back and forth for a few days now and she could tell that the young man would be an excellent help for her. Carrying her bag and having a tight grip on her travel mug of tea, Glynda entered her new classroom.
What she was greeted with, however, had not been what she was expecting. For one, the door was unlocked and Bartholomew had already arrived. The lesson plan was almost entirely on the board, and there were several coffee cups on the desk. She blinked, looking from the coffee to the young man.
“Mr. Oobleck I assume?” Heels click across the floor as Glynda heads straight for the desk. She was quick to set her mug down before she could drop it. Today, she felt nothing in her hands, and the temptation to call out had been incredible. But it was her first day. There was no way she could miss it.
“I’m Miss Goodwitch. We’ve been speaking via email for some time now. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”
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