『 x 』 Wanda hadn’t know what to expect when she was offered this job. Yes, she was more than qualified for the academic part of it. On the other hand, she’d never really interacted with kids before. Granted, they weren’t really children, but it felt like it had been centuries since she’d been a teenager. Wanda didn’t particularly see herself as the mentoring type, but she supposed that if administration contacted her then they had other ideas. The classroom was bare, save for the essentials. She set her books down- various dictionaries and grammar references, things she’d never really had to use. The witch had never studied, not in the traditional sense. The languages she was set to teach she’d picked up naturally, in the streets, conversing with locals, occasionally running away from said locals. Hate was understandable, no matter what language you spoke. She sighed, looking around the room once more. Her class wasn’t due for a few hours, and she’d showed up early to prepare, but she couldn’t help but feel lost. This was new, very new, and she could only hope she wouldn’t be a complete failure at this.
