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Open Catch-alls for September

Who; Lord El-Melloi II and anyone!
What; Open catch-alls for September
Where; The Historium, The Magic Academy, and the Harbor District
When; All through September
Warnings; None but will update if something comes up.
Note; If you would like something specific or have an idea, you are welcome to throw it at me. I am also open to writing personalized starters if anyone wants one. I can match action brackets if that's preferred, this is just my default setting lol. I would love to get this guy some more CR. I can be reached at this journal or on discord @ WhimsicalSpook#8219

So this is the academy? - The Magic Academy - OTA

Lord El-Melloi II (or Waver Velvet to some) had finally made his way to the academy for a look around. He’d gathered up a lot of base materials needed for demonstrations and projects that he tended to use as introductions to magic. It sounded like there might at least a few people who were new to these things, and he wasn’t unused to that. Aside from the 'problem students' he attracted at the Clock Tower? His department tended to be where the new, younger mage families gravitated, given he didn’t view them the way that other old-fashioned departments did.

And, recalling one Flat Escardos, sometimes even the experienced student did silly things or forgot basic knowledge.

So the tall mage had a rather bulky bag hanging over his shoulder as he strode through the halls with purpose. Well… Weary purpose, he wasn’t suited for carrying heavy things long distance, really. So the trek to the Academy and through its halls was a bit taxing on the man.

His keen olive green eyes had begun to take in the building, looking around and vaguely wondering what the place had been like before the disaster… Supposedly this was an important fixture at one point in time, if the townsfolk and what those he’d met since arriving had said was to be believed. Right now, he could at least appreciate the work that had been done to start to clean the place up already and see the potential in it.

Waver supposed he could have asked Illyana to show him around, but he didn’t doubt he’d bump into her or someone else at some point. For now, he just wanted to wander and get a feel for the academy on his own, ducking his head into doorways to get a look at the various rooms as he searched for where the lecture halls might be. He hoped to find a room that was suitable for a few students with room to grow, and a place to store the supplies he’d gathered.

And just as he thought he would, eventually he opened a door and stumbled across a person who happened to be around. “Pardon my intrusion.” He commented politely in a lightly British accent, torn between closing the door again and actually making an attempt at being social. The latter winning out, if only because he should probably get to know the people who might be here regularly. “I was just getting a look around.” He added with a nod in greeting.

Lost Among The Shelves - The Historium - OTA

While Waver Velvet had grown and changed quite a bit over the course of nearly ten years… Some things would never change. He had a particular thirst for knowledge and the written word that often had to be ignored in favour of his recent responsibilities in life. Reserved for small lengths of time during quiet afternoons, post-lectures or evenings in after a case solved.

Here, however, the young Lord had very few responsibilities outside those he had begun to take upon himself. He was more of a free agent here than he had been used to more recently, but he was also in desperate need of a distraction from thoughts of the life he needed to get back to and what he’d left behind that needed his attention…

So the Historium was becoming a favoured haunt once he found his way to it. The tall shelves and haphazard organization were a challenge, but one he was more familiar with as he picked at books and tomes at random to slip on top of a pile in his arms. Today, he was wearing something less rumpled than the clothing he’d had when he arrived. A dark brown coat with an oxblood red scarf draped over the lapels and a black dress shirt and pants, with a grey cravat in place of a tie.

For someone with very low physical abilities and muscle, he was seen to gather rather impressive piles as he wandered. Ignoring the strain on his arms and the almost teetering height of them as he carried his selections back to set on an empty table he’d chosen. Comfortable to sit at and hunch over the pages, slender fingers tracing over the words as he devoured each book.

Then it was back for another wander, finding his next targets… One could ask if he had a particular area of interest, but really he seemed to be pulling from one thing to another rather quickly. Even sliding in some novels here and there, detective novels being his preference, and stories about knights or kings and their quests or battles following close behind.

Eventually, the man was quite diminished by the surrounding piles, looking less like the tall, imposing professor that he was and more like the small, naïve young man he used to be. More Waver than El-Melloi II. It was going to be a pain to put everything back whenever he did decide to leave, but that wouldn’t be anytime soon. He wasn’t keen to return to the Red Building, and he was quite comfortable to enjoy this rare indulgence.

It’s run down. It looks like it’s going to collapse. It’s perfect. - Harbor District - OTA

Perhaps someone who went by a title such as he did should be wandering the noble district for a nice space to set up his mage workshop. Or even one of the nicer parts of the market… but that really wasn’t who he was. He was a temporary Lord meant to keep the seat warm for someone else once they were old enough to take their rightful place at the head of the El-Melloi family. It had just been slightly amusing, perhaps, for Reines to see the man who caused Kayneth so much trouble filling the role. Especially given he was a third generation third rate, to have him sitting at the table with the likes of the other Lords was somewhat hilarious.

He had refused to live at the family estate, between wanting to maintain some semblance of freedom and the idea of living in the same house that Kayneth once had, gave him indigestion. Plus… Being easy access for Reine’s teasing would probably age him faster. He had begun to care for his adoptive younger sister, but she still grated on his nerves at times.

Ruffling his feathers was her favourite sport, after all.

His preferences to avoid reminders of some places or people aside, there was something to be said for an uninviting space when you were more or less a social hermit by nature. Harry Dresden had warned him that the harbor district was dangerous, yes, but that also meant he wouldn’t be as likely to be pestered by locals for things that most tended to assume mages were good for. He could conduct magical experiments and research in peace, with only a bounded field to ward off the more brave and a dilapidated appearance to keep the faint of heart from approaching.

For those few anomalies in between...? Well, in exchange for peace and security he might consider mixing some compounds and potions for payment or assisting with some light magecraft if needed. As long as their request wasn't too much of a pain in his ass or above his skill level.

He had finally happened upon an old stonework building that might have been a small tavern at one time by the looks of the faded sign hanging on by one link and swinging faintly in the breeze coming in from the docks. The bricks were crumbling in places, and there was some stubborn plant life splitting the walls in other places as it fought to keep a hold. The windows were caked with dust and dirt, which unfortunately kept him from seeing the inside without going in… But even that was a selling feature. If he couldn’t see in, then no one else could. “Perfect…” He mumbled, nodding his head slightly as he moved to the door, tilting his head as he found the doorknob was stuck, rusted shut.

Well, that wasn’t too much of a problem. Breaking in would be easy enough with a little patience... He’d have to replace the doorknob, anyway. Then he frowned lightly. Glancing over his shoulder, he offered a tired sigh. “If you’re looking to rob me, you should know I have very little of value on me at the moment.”

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England had taken the advice he'd received to heart. It had been quite the humbling experience to realize that he needed something to do before he drove himself crazy. He'd even checked out the chocobo ranch because he'd never seen such a creature before and had spent somewhere around an hour learning a great deal about them from one of the chocobo farm hands.

He was used to being needed and called on or doing important things and while that almost seemed fun to have free time on his hands, in the end it wore him down. Cooking was of no help either because it didn't bring him any joy. So Arthur had gone out and wandered the woods. And that was when he heard of the Academy. Since he too had magic and he always had wondered what it would be like to be an actual teacher, he practically jumped on the opportunity.

His classes started in a few days, so England was at the Academy, feeling excited at the prospect of teaching. He had so many ideas and the first thing he'd done was straighten up the classroom. Far be it from him to teach in a dirty environment. So as he was finishing up, he heard his door open.

Green eyes blinked almost disbelievingly at the accent, but he made no comment about it for the moment. He smiled and nodded at the stranger. "By all means, please do come in."

The young Lord hadn’t expected to run into someone with a similar accent to his own. It made him wonder if he was from the same world or one that was at least similar. Regardless of that, however? If the man was a mage, it meant that he got particular practiced manners from Waver until he got a better idea of the man’s personality. You didn’t risk disrespecting people who were probably more powerful than you, not unless you wanted to be cursed or worse. Illyana had received a similar respect, though she had also quickly provoked a particularly less formal sarcasm from him with her teasing soon after the meeting.

“Thank you.” He offered with a nod before entering the classroom properly, shifting the heavy, bulky bag on his shoulder as he got a look around. It seemed he was at least in the right part of the building for classrooms, if the appearance of this space were anything to go by. “Are you one of the other teachers I’ve heard about, then?” The man at least seemed like he might be, given the attention he had clearly put in to organizing and tidying up the space.

Arthur was really happy to hear the accent and had questions but those could come later. Right now if this man was indeed one of the other teachers, it would be best to get along with him. As long as they didn't have irritating presences such as America had, it would work well.

And this would give him something to do and pass on should he find himself having gone home unexpectedly one day. He himself would never have children to pass on the knowledge that he had gained and America never displayed any talent for the art nor had Sealand. But this was a chance to dare to put passion and talent into something he'd never given himself permission to dream about.

The blonde head shook. "I am not sure if they've gotten around to putting my name out there as I just got accepted yesterday. But in either case, I'm Arthur Kirkland, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

Waver at least tended to be easier to get along with as long as you didn’t get on his last nerve, which was at least slightly harder than it had been in his younger years. His fits tended to be reserved for behind closed doors, or a pile of too many things tipping the scales. Otherwise, he tended towards fairly quiet when at work and serious about his job with the odd gripe about the occasional foolishness of his students. The only person who proved they might be able to provoke his dramatic, prickly side so far had been Illyana herself, and he still had offered to take a position here at the school.

“Yes, I don’t know that I’ve seen a list of names at all yet, either. Somehow, I think we’ll be left to introduce ourselves.” Which was a minor annoyance. He did like to actually know who he’d be dealing with. But at least he’d met someone by chance, and first impressions here were better than most he’d had back in his world. “Lord El-Melloi II, it’s a nice to meet you Mr. Kirkland.” Waver returned the introduction out of habit. There is no evident self-importance in his tone at the title… Just a name given. Truth be told, the man hated it. He found it both grating on his nerves and heavy… but it had been about 7 years since he’d gone by his own name, with no one but Melvin using it, and it was a habit more than anything now.

“I’m also just recently signed on to teach as well. Today is my first time seeing the Academy.” He added, glancing around the space thoughtfully. “I don’t suppose you know if there are any other open classrooms nearby for someone to set up?” It seemed worth asking, especially since Arthur seemed to have found himself a place he might have seen others before he decided on this room.

England tucked the 'lord' title for the moment since he wasn't sure what the man was lord of. And as he continued to keep himself busy, he searched his memory and he couldn't recall meeting this man back home. So perhaps the man's accent while similar wasn't ringing any bells in his own memory.

So it had to be a case of the man being a lord elsewhere. And it didn't faze him at all. Green eyes looked up at the other as he paused from cleaning off a desk. Wherever this place had been, it hadn't seen use in quite some time. There was so much more cleaning to be done, so Arthur figured he'd be here for awhile. But it wasn't as if he had somewhere else to be either.

"I had toured on my own yesterday, so I'm not far ahead of you." England replied, mentally working on more of the cleaning. But he smiled and stood for a moment. He put his washcloth back into the hot water filled with soap and he smiled with a gesture of his blonde head to the next room over. "There are plenty of classrooms open, but unfortunately they all seemed to be as dusty and dirty as this one. So there's quite a good selection left."

There was actually a weird kind of comfort in the lack of recognition in Arthur’s eyes at the name. If he had been a mage from Waver’s world, he probably would have recognized it and the reaction might not have been pleasant. He was considered a joke by most of the other lords, or by the mages from older, more prestigious families given the Velvet family were only third generations and he was the first to take practicing magic seriously. He was someone to be looked down on, or a potential pawn to be manipulated depending on if they could force him to choose sides and shift the balance at the Clock Tower before his foster sister Reines was old enough to take her rightful place as the next Lord El-Melloi.

He nodded though, noting the bucket and water. He had some cleaning supplies in his bag, along with the supplies for class as well. At least the news that there were plenty of other classrooms open meant he could put stuff down soon. Still, he wasn’t particularly fond of cleaning… But he also liked to keep an organized and tidy classroom, so he was going to have his work cut out for him. “I had heard that this place was in desperate need of cleaning, so I was at least somewhat prepared for that.” He gestured to the bag over his shoulder. “Though it would seem you have this space well on its way to being in order.” He added with a glance around at the progress Arthur had already made.

England continued to work and had made quite a lot of progress. The first thing he'd done was swept and mopped. Then his desk and chair were cleaned, the blackboard was done, and now here he was working on the student desks. About half of those were done, and he had yet to get to the windows and door. But it helped to keep him and his mind busy and that was the point of this cleaning exercise.

Arthur looked up with a smile, and stood to admire how clean he'd gotten this new student desk. He sighed and tossed the cloth back into the bucket. "The entire place needs a good scrub. But I've been told others will be here to do so next week. I however decided to get a jump on it." And that meant cleaning it to his standards not someone else's.

There was another smile. "I've been here for a few hours at least. I'm not yet halfway done, but my students deserve a clean place to learn and somewhere they don't have to be so concerned about coming down ill from attending class."

“True, and there is no telling what might be lingering from whatever happened here, so that’s a sensible precaution to take…” The fact that this entire building had been on another plane of existence had him puzzling, really. If it had simply been frozen in time or if there was more to it than that. He didn’t like not having answers, but that wasn’t the priority today. “Besides that, I’ve always preferred to have control of one’s space when teaching subjects like this.”

As good as it was to hear that people would be coming in to clean up the rest of the academy, there was something to be said for controlling the space you were going to be in charge of. Even if he didn’t like cleaning, he liked to know that things weren’t going to get mucked about with. Materials getting moved around the wrong way that might cause accidents in light of ‘tidying up’ or a bounded field getting disturbed by someone new getting a little too exuberant with the job.

No, he’d rather take care of his space himself, much like Arthur had. “And a tidier space is always more conducive for learning. Though I’ve known a few students in my time who get a bit distracted, regardless.” He added with a wry tone, sounding like he had his fair share of experience. He liked a challenge though, as much as he might complain about it. He always got too attached to them, and they did the same in return, despite his awkwardness and prickly nature. He doubted he’d ever have anyone to hand the Velvet family crest down to (if he ever got it back), and so his students were as good as his family, in a way... Though he'd deny it.

But he finally gave in and set his bag on the floor to rub at the shoulder it had been resting on.

"I've been half expecting something to take a leap out of somewhere at me." England replied with a nod. Thankfully he didn't believe for one moment that Russia was here, so if he had to summon something he was ninety nine percent sure that nation wasn't going to show his face. Germany wasn't here either to threaten or scare him so that was a plus as well in his book.

Looking at his companion, there was a small sigh and a slight smile. "Yes, I knew of one boy who never quite outgrew his ability to not focus." Of course he was referring to America, but he didn't want to let in on that. If the nation showed up by some odd chance, and this man indeed met him, he would know who England was referring to within moments no doubt.

Arthur was aware enough that he would be the same and get attached to his students and he'd deny it with his dying breath. But he wouldn't let any of them get as close as America had. And that was probably the reason he'd treated Peter so badly because he had been afraid to deal with the heartbreak all over again. Fortunately Sweden had bought him on Ebay and was raising him along with Finland.

Watching the other as he set his things down, England nodded. "If you need a rest, you're welcome to have a seat."

Waver wouldn’t be surprised if something did jump out at some point… “That fact that nothing has is a small blessing, I think.” A place this big, where magic once thrived? Magi were always leaving messes behind, in his experience. “Though Illyana mentioned there was a man who was going through the place to make sure it was safe… Something about him worrying that the students might accidentally stumble on or get their hands on something dangerous.” So maybe they were at least safe enough from that for now, if the ‘overcautious wizard’ had really done that.

“There’s one or two in every class, isn’t there?” He responded with a shake of his head, wondering about Arthur’s experience. Flat was a powerhouse, brimming with mana and potential… An affinity for chaos magic to begin with, and so very clever… Too clever for his own good, sometimes. But he had about as much common sense as a goldfish and the personality of a golden retriever puppy (which was ironic since Svin was the one with bestial magic). Thus, Waver wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could graduate Flat out of his class with his conscience intact. Sending the boy out into the world with the way mage society was before he grew up a bit seemed irresponsible… And he damned well didn’t want to see anything bad happen to his kids if it was in his power.

The offer is met with one of the young Lord’s rare smiles, brief and fleeting, before it was gone. “Thank you. I wouldn’t mind a moment to sit before I go looking around again. The walk here from the city was longer than I expected.” He responded, all but collapsing in a chair with about as much grace as a marionette that had its strings cut. He really had been running low on stamina again, what with walking the whole way and lugging his bag around. He could almost hear Reines teasing him in his head for it, for all that she was a damn world away now… But it prompted him to at least sit up straight with the posture that spoke of his temporary title as if to prove a point to her or himself.

Arthur laughed at the comment regarding the blessing. The man was correct and for whatever reason England was still on his guard. However that laughter stopped once he heard the tale about Illyana mentioning a man to check on the safety of the place. "Well danger and magic do go hand in hand." That much was agreeable at least.

He smiled at the quesstion and shook his head. "I've yet to have a full class, but I do suppose that is to be expected." America's little cherub face flashed in his mind which turned into a sigh at himself. But when the man sat down, England did notice the slight smile which disappeared as quickly as it had shown.

That put a little spring in his step, to know that even here in a strange world he still possessed the ability to make someone smile. That was worth quite a bit in his eyes. He finished the desk he was working on, and then went outside of the room to go dispose of it and thoroughly wash his hands.

When Arthur came back, he put the new bucket of hot soapy water down. "Can I interest you in a cup of tea? I've brought some along with some blueberry scones and cream that I don't mind sharing."

Fortunately he didn't make them.

Waver nodded to that. “It does, though a break from that would be nice sometimes.” He added absentmindedly, having had enough danger to last time a lifetime. Not that he expected that was going to change anytime soon, between back home and what he’d heard about this place? There would probably be little difference, and it would only be a matter of time before something of a magical nature exploded. He just hoped he wasn’t standing next to it when it happened.

“That so…?” He looked up from his seat with interest. So Arthur was a newer teacher, huh? That was going to be an experience for the man, certainly. He still remembered his early days, ten years prior walking into the clock tower and giving his first lecture… “Well, with any luck, there will be a full class here when it opens.” With even more luck, Waver mused, they wouldn’t have to offer extra credit to whoever can stop a more over-eager, rowdy student from causing property damage. The amount of times the El-Melloi class had been in a disarray was not small.

When Arthur left the room to clean up a bit, the man took a few minutes to soak in the silence and recharge somewhat. Sitting was definitely helping, though, as was not being weighed down by his bag. Given how much work Arthur had put into cleaning up this room, he had a feeling he was going to need all the energy he could muster when it came time to tackle his own.

But then his fellow professor was back with another bucket of fresh water and an offer that sounded very good right about now. If Arthur really didn’t mind sharing, he wasn’t going to turn down a cup of tea. His morning tea had been hours ago now, and he could use the caffeine boost. “That’s kind of you to offer. Thank you.”

England smiled with a nod and decided against regaling this man with war tales. Having been so long lived he had plenty of them and too many to count. This wasn't about who had a better war story, this was about making sure the man had rest and tea.

"Yes, although I do hope to have a full class, although I am wondering if there is a test or anything of that sort to make sure whoever walks in the door knows what they're in for." This was him worrying slightly of course because he wasn't sure a non magical person would be ready for it, even if they should more than be fully aware of the nature of their learning simply by attending.

Arthur gave a smile as he walked back out of the room and had thoroughly washed his hands again. He had Earl Grey tea and was quick to make sure he gave his company a good helping of the blueberry scones and clotted cream too. After he set those down, he reached into his bag and produced blueberry jam and set that near the scones with a clean spoon and a few fresh napkins.

The gratitude was refreshing. "You're quite welcome, do enjoy."

This was probably a good move on Arthur’s part. While Waver would undoubtedly listen politely… He would need something stronger than tea in his system to consider sharing his own in return. Very few people knew about some of his personal experiences outside whispered rumors around the tower and facts he’d had to let slip here and there over the years. Outside moments where he was very comfortable, or when someone was near enough when he’d been drinking to witness a more open and absently chatty mood that it brought on, he tended towards quiet or the vague and limited musing. So it wouldn’t be a fair exchange, because Waver would undoubtedly be a touch too vague to be satisfying.

The professor wasn’t unused to those new to magic. Aside from his ‘problem students,’ his department was a hub for those who didn’t come from families steeped in tradition and were new to the idea. “That is a good point, though I believe we might find actual testing prior to their joining us tricky in this case given how the systems of magic seem to vary from one world to the next… But I usually offer open lectures for my beginner classes once or twice a month, that way potential students sit in and get a feel for both my methods and what they might be facing…” He hummed lightly, leaning back in his seat. There were also the students with specialized magics already to consider. They often needed more specific attention aside from the general classes.

The first sip of tea gets a satisfied sigh. That was just what he’d needed. There was nothing like a nice cup of tea to liven you up… As much as he ever did, anyway. “It’s good, better than the slap-dash cup I had before I left.” He complemented quietly. He did enjoy the scones as well, of course, though his appetite bordered on smaller compared to some. Only increasing when he’d overdone it with his meagre magic and his reserves needed replenishing. He had a chronic stomach condition that would undoubtedly be a problem once the medication from the botany department ran out.

Arthur nodded at the idea of open lectures. That wasn't something he'd thought about doing once or twice a month as he'd thought to have an open discussion at the beginning since the tests didn't seem to be a thing here. But it was a good idea, and maybe opening it up to how comfortable the students actually were. He just had a feeling that some might not be there because they wanted to be.

He'd just have to wait and see. So he busied himself with his own small stash of scones and tea and sat down in a chair. This was a good break and it would give him the energy he would need to finish cleaning the rest of the room.

"Why thank you." Arthur replied, with a smile on his face as he got to the business of enjoying his own cup of tea. And he didn't even want to know what a slap dash cup was because that was something he would never be interested in.

"Tea will be something I will always have in my classroom."

Slap dash meant it had been a poorly executed cup, bitter and drunk quickly, before running out the door. Waver’s sister had come to the conclusion that outside his video games, reading and research, her foster brother did very little for the sake of true enjoyment. Eating and drinking were simply necessities to keep going, aside from one particular tea room on Druid Street that he frequented… His king would be disappointed, perhaps, to find Waver still didn’t enjoy life to the fullest and savour what the world had to offer.

“I see. That’s not a bad idea. With how it’s a little further from the city, it would be convenient to keep some things here.” He commented lightly, taking a small bite of scone. “Especially in the event that one is kept here longer than anticipated.” The young Lord was going to need to take that into consideration… He didn’t have his apprentice around to remind him of things, or to nip out to get something from a corner store for him.

Arthur nodded. "Considering classes might run late or a student needs extra lessons or instruction." This was him guessing of course, but there was a part of him that had always wanted to be a teacher. He could regale his students with plenty of lessons learned from the school of hard knocks and with a life as long lived as his, he definitely had made plenty of mistakes. Hopefully they would listen and not learn the hard way as he had.

These plans made him think that he might need to stash more than simply tea unless there happened to be electricity in the building which he thought there might be. And if that was the case, perhaps he would find a small refrigerator or twenty throughout the building due to how big it was.

If not, he could always bring things for the day or find a small refrigerator to purchase.

“There is that, yes. It’s good to be available to them when they need it, within reason of course…” He responded with a small glance up from his cup. Arthur was, in his opinion, on the right track. Even if he hadn’t been a teacher before, he seemed like he’d get the hang of it well enough. There were just… unpleasant bumps along the way, sometimes. Though, to be fair, at least this wasn’t like the school he was used to. “I kept rather late hours at the Clock Tower so they could seek advisement if necessary, and you might find the odd student who prefers private tutoring over regular classes for whatever reason.” Like his foster sister, or Luvia… But Luvia at least attended the odd lecture when she felt like it.

Although, Waver also just tended to lose track of time in his own research once students left for the day and end up spending the night either propped up in his desk chair or on the sofa in his office. So his thoughts on keeping necessities here were also taking that into consideration, to avoid looking dishevelled for the next morning’s class and making sure he had some caffeine in him.

"Private classes over class learning.." Arthur mused before biting into one of the scones. As he enjoyed the small snack, his mind went running over someone that might enjoy something like that. Not that he knew of anyone himself of course, but he would have to be on call so to speak at times and since e didn't have much else going on, this would help alleviate his loneliness.

Not that he'd ever admit to it, but he's used to having so many people needing him for any number of things. Or people irritating him by a simple phone call or a visit. Here he has none of that. So throwing himself into work would be perfect in his opinion.

Heck, he even planned on spending time at the local tavern to do classwork just so he didn't have to go home.

“Yes. Some find they get more out of a lesson one on one than in a group.” Or some just liked to feel more important and treated as expected of their class, though he had yet to see anything like that here at least. Though the payment for those kinds of lessons did put a decent dent in his debts when he was back in his world, at least.

Arthur seemed contemplative at this point, however, and so the professor supposed he’d given him some food for thought in return for the tea and snack. It might be best to resume his own explorations to find a classroom of his own and let the other take things into consideration while he cleaned.

His own tea was finished, and he didn’t have the appetite for a second scone, so he carefully shouldered his bag of class supplies again. “I should let you get back to your afternoon, though, and resume my search for a space.” He commented, not wanting to interrupt the other’s thoughts much more. “But thank you again for the tea… And should you need someone to talk about all this, you can give me a call.” He added, figuring it was probably decent to offer a new teacher some assistance if needed, in his own awkward way.

"Right, not everyone learns the same way as someone else." So he could definitely understand how that would come up.

England figured that he might get a student or two that might need more lessons than the ones in class due to the complexity of spell work. And then of course theory might prove to be a thing. America would probably be in the remedial magic classes, not that the other nation ever showed any interest in the subject.

Once his fellow professor grabbed his bag, Arthur stood. Break time was over he supposed, but it was pleasant enough because it had given him a bit of rest. "You're quite welcome, and I hope you find a suitable classroom." And that shouldn't be hard given the selection available.

He smiled, enjoying the pleasantness he was unexpectedly on the receiving end of. "I will do so should I have any concerns and I thank you for the company and offer of assistance."

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“Thank you, I’m sure I will before too long.” Waver certainly hoped he did, though he didn’t expect it would be too hard based on what he’d seen thus far… The break had helped give him the energy needed to move forward, so he only needed to look.

The thanks get a slight incline of his head as he responded. “Don’t mention it. I’m sure that I’ll be seeing you around.” Finally, he passed through the door and disappearing down the hall in search of his own classroom to start cleaning and setting up.

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