Sighing, Gus shifted to lean against the door; it was nice to know that he wasn’t alone in this, even if he felt like he was drowning. “Thanks. I hope when I’m a decade in I’m not as lost. I was going to have a Hinkypunk to show my students but it ah… kind of got away from me.” He couldn’t help but grimace at that; it had been a terrible situation overall and having Foxwood be the one to stumble upon it had been the cherry on top.
Then he nodded. Organization, a thing he knew nothing about. His desk was a mess, his classroom could look better and he didn't even want to begin to describe what his personal quarters looked like. Gus laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? The first years terrify me. They stare at me and I stare at them. I guess I’m not sure how to… bond with them? They’re the ones I’ll be seeing the most and I don’t think I’ve taught them anything yet.”
Dropping his hand from his neck and standing straight, Gus grinned sheepishly at Mason. “I don’t think I can take another week of awkward silences followed by me laughing. They probably think I’m crazy.”
Then he nodded. Organization, a thing he knew nothing about. His desk was a mess, his classroom could look better and he didn't even want to begin to describe what his personal quarters looked like. Gus laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? The first years terrify me. They stare at me and I stare at them. I guess I’m not sure how to… bond with them? They’re the ones I’ll be seeing the most and I don’t think I’ve taught them anything yet.”
Dropping his hand from his neck and standing straight, Gus grinned sheepishly at Mason. “I don’t think I can take another week of awkward silences followed by me laughing. They probably think I’m crazy.”
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Mason Skeeter
Mason Skeeter