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now this was the wonderful, daily life of a teacher. although daewon loves his students to death, the occasionally pacing silence was fantastic, even if he was still in the hub bub in the cafeteria. the round table for the teachers was comfortable enough to fit at least six teachers, and maybe a few more. unpacking his usual lunch, consisting of mostly carbs and a fruit on the side, daewon waved at mrs. macgregor. throughout his two years working at the school, daewon barely knew her. he pulled out a chair for and patted it with a smile on his face.

Bethany was in the cafeteria for once in the whole time she has been teaching. And she has been teaching at Warwick High since just about the beginning of the school. She usually always packed her own food and ate it in her classroom for the sake that she didn't like the buzz of being in the cafe. It just wasn't her cup of tea and besides she kept a very healthy diet and had become a picky eater from it. So, she was left with an apple and water. It was all that didn't look like it was some sort of trash to her. Beth, though, hoped she could sneak off and back to her room to be alone but she was waved over.

So, Ms. MacGregor made her way over with a smile. Daewon, the Korean teacher if she wasn't mistaken. He taught in the same wing as her but she never much bothered to speak with him. She taught Latin and it was best that way for her being a witch and all the spells she knew were in Latin. She wrote her own in the language as well because it was how she learned it. "Hello," she muttered as she too the seat that was patted for her to sit. Beth was too polite to turn down the niceties of others.

“Hello,” daewon replied, forgetting about his sandwich entirely. “It’s nice to finally see you here. Every time I try to get your attention, you leave. As though you weren’t here. So, why are you here, ms. macgregor?”

"Bethany, please." She had always preferred being called by her first name. Even her students got away with calling her Beth but she had been around for awhile. Ask anyone and they couldn't even guess when she started work for the school. Though, she changed appearance every once in awhile to keep things from being too suspicious with the humans. "It's nothing to do with you, I assure. I just prefer the solitude and quite when I eat." It was the truth, she liked being to herself because it being how she has been for centuries now. "Oh I just forgot my lunch," she laughed out as she picked up the apple she had and took a bit.

“Bethany it is then,” daewon said, making a mental note for the next time he saw her. “Isn’t that what all teachers pray for?” Even though the students were starting to disperse from the cafeteria, there was still quite a bit to make some noise. “Awww. If I only I had telepathy. Then I would’ve made an extra ssambap.” he was about to take a bite from his wrap when he had an idea. “Hey. I can have a wrap ready for you, just for the next time you forget,” daewon added quickly.

Beth had no idea what the others on the teaching staff wanted. She had been in Warwick, alone for too long. It was only her and her cottage on the outside of town. She had customers as well who come and go for they only need a few herbs from her. It had grown a little lonely but tolerable over the years. "Oh I don't know, I guess I'm the spinster type that's all." It was a bit true as she was the lonely old spinster but she didn't look the part or feel too old, at least physically. "Oh no, don't feel like you have to. Besides I had been busy and my garden hasn't gotten to the point that it's completely harvestible." True but only a half truth since her garden was for eating, although she did use some of the herbs in food.

“You? A spinster?” daewon said with his mouth wide open. “I don’t think that would be possible! I mean... you’re...” now was the time that he wished he’d known at least something about bethany and saying that she’s beautiful probably wouldn’t cut it. “You’re friendly. Really, you are. You didn’t even have to be polite and sit here, but you did.” His ears perked up at the mention of her garden. “An non-harvestable garden you say? Would a wish make it better?”

Bethany knew what that pause meant. He was debating on saying she was attractive or something along those lines. It wasn't the first time and no doubt the last time she will hear it. She was appreciative that he thought she was nice looking but she never looked too much into anything anymore. With her age she had seen many come and many go as well as have people love her and so forth. Sometimes it grew old because she always ended things for the better of people. "Thanks but I do sometimes feel like one." She heaved a sigh at the thought before returning to the conversation. "Oh no, it's just not exactly harvest time but in a few more weeks everything with be able to be picked." Beth liked the old fashioned way of doing things when it came to her garden.

“Ah, I see. So nothing...” he made a full rainbow with his hands, “magical should come between you and your garden?”

Beth gave a stained laugh at his actions before eating more of her apple. She, herself, was magical and yet she didn't use her magic to get her garden done herself. She liked the time it consumed in her life. It made things go by quicker and made her feel needed for something. Bethany felt useful when she tended to her garden in the ways of hard work and labor. "No the only thing magical in my garden is, magical grow," she liked as she took a drink of her water that has sat unopened until now.

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Deandra Colburn was not one to take a break from work. She often felt like and knew that she had one of the easiest jobs on the planet, taking calls, taking notes and answering to whoever called her and organizing files. Having to eat lunch was his least favorite part of the day. She didn't like talking to other people, who normally looked down on her, and took lunch, staying quiet as she sat down at a side, eating her meal quietly as she looked around at everyone else.

Logan strolled in, his captivating demeanour rolling off him as he felt the gazes of the students (mostly girls) fall on him. He shrugged it off, though the incubus in him whispered maliciously to his conscious. To give in. It was a game that was played in his mind, like the angel and demon side. Except here, it was mostly the demon that spoke and strength to withhold those desires. Picking up an apple from the stand and throwing up into the air, catching it and repeating the act, Logan looked around. His eyes caught onto the school's secretary: Deandra. He rarely talked to her, she was mostly hidden under work and calls. "Ms Colburn" he nodded as he approached her table. "How are you? May I join you?" he asked, giving her a friendly smile.

Dee was shocked when Logan Ainsworth, of all people, wanted to sit next to her. She raised her left eyebrow curiously, in a sort of condescending way, but it didn't show as obvious to people who didn't know her. "Sure, why not?" She shrugs it off casually. She knows enough about him to know that his friendly smile was just a way to gain her trust, but she didn't really register that at the moment. He was known for being a student to be reckoned with, in a way, she was kind of scared of him, not that she would ever admit. Her weaknesses were just her enemies' strengths. She didn't really want him to sit next to her, but from the way that he was seating himself, she felt that there was no use in shooing him away.

Logan gave her a quick grin before sitting down across from her. He didn’t want to impose any discomfort on personal space. After all, he had to remain the professional political science teacher he was. Not a saucy man that he was known for. “Thank you” he said softly, taking a bite of his apple. He didn’t see his usual group of teacher he’d sit next to. But also Logan rarely enjoyed sitting in a hormone filled room. It was too tempting.

He watched her silently. Trying to figure out the silence she kept and the way she held herself. Almost recoiling at the sight of him. “So, bush day?” He asked. Trying to make conversation to keep himself distracted.

Dee faked a friendly smile at him. "Not particularly. It's...normal. Just like any other day here, just average and doing what I do all the time." She starts to eat at her mashed potatoes, reminding herself she needs nutrients to live. She found food so bland, ever since her life took a turn for the worse, but the school's cafeteria food, man that was a whole other story altogether. It managed to be inedible despite having perfectly fine ingredients, which must've been some sort of wizardry. "What about you?"

Logan nodded. “And what is it you do exactly?” He pressed, a teasing tone in his voice. “I mean, no offence but I know about secretaries answering phone calls, organising things…but is that it?” He questioned. Taking another bite of the apple, he felt the juices spill to his finger. “Oh s-“ he paused. “Sugar” he corrected, giving Deandra a wink. “That was a close one” he murmured, grabbing a nearby napkin and wiping his fingers with it.

“Me? I got loads of tests to mark and I’m already too tired to start” he said. “When you read the first line of an essay that says ‘Politics can be defined as’” He recoiled showing his disgust. “And I don’t teach bad at all!” He smirked.

Dee watched as he almost swore and winked, and it kind of made her want to roll her eyes. But she didn't. Instead, she just responded to his first point. "We are the ones that angry parents call when they have a problem with the school, after the teachers." She was joking, but it was true, occasionally when parents got mad, they would call the office. She hated it. It meant putting up with shouting, screaming, middle-aged mothers who just loved to scream. Luckily, well for her anyways, many students didn't have that type of parents.

"Your job sounds harder than most of my job, but I guess it all depends on the students you teach." She comments. She knows all about pet peeves and they annoy her to no end.

Logan places an arm behind him as he leaned back in his chair. He listened intently, but couldn’t help when his mind wondered about to the stack of tests and the dream of running away to a fun town. A lively place which radiated all things he could hope for. Instead he was stuck here, marking papers for the rest of his eternal life.

When she had finished talking, his head turned to her. “Huh, tough crowd for you then?” He said. Logan shrugged, “Kids these days don’t know left from right sometimes, they’re always the victims never trying to take action for their poor grades” he added quite harshly. He shook his head annoyed. “So, Ms Colburn...is it a miss or mrs?” He placed a hand below his chin. “Sorry for the question but since we haven’t spoken before, I’d like to get to know you” he grinned. Logan did want to know more about the secretary that lived in her office. And having never seen her this close, he wouldn’t mind the company she gave.

"Fair enough, I guess. And it's a miss," Dee answers, looking back at her plate of disgusting looking mashed potatoes. She regrets getting cafeteria lunch and totally should've gotten something else at any convenience store. She would have definitely left school if it weren't for the fact that this job was the only thing keeping her well-fed and alive.

"What about you, you married or not?" She asked, in a more direct way. She wasn't a person that was good with words unless it was soothing angry sports mothers who yelled at her for their children failing school. She had never seen this teacher so close either, or sat this near anyone since her father, besides the principal and head of department teachers.

Logan grimaced at the sight of Deandra’s food. “At least it’s not moving” he offered, but pulled his sight away from it to his fresh apple. He looked at her then at his lunch. “Do you want a bite?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. It was mostly a friendly gesture instead of a flirtatious attempt. But with Logan, mostly everything had to be thought twice. One could never know when his incubus self showed.

He smirked, running a hand through his lightly gelled hair. “Me? I’m a single man, like yourself” he winked. “Single woman” he quickly clarified. Logan took another bite of his apple. “Are we doing 21 questions? Because…what would be your ideal man?” He leaned forward, cupping his chin with his hand.

"I'll just pick up some fresh fruits after school, I won't starve if I eat lunch." Dee smiles back at him. Despite the fact that his food looked absolutely amazing, she didn't want to eat off his plate. She believed in getting things by herself, which was dumb, she knew, but it was what got her here. Not depending on others. Especially not the father.

"It doesn't have to be a man." She answered. There were way more requirements, but she started with this. After all, she didn't know if he was human or not, and she didn't want to get mixed up about what he truly was. "I'm a witch." She said to him, at a low volume.

Logan nodded, pulling his apple close to his lips. “My offer stands regardless” he beamed. He glanced over at the clock, happy that he still had time to relax before the chaos that was high school started again. Where he’d have to teach for a few more hours before the children were gone.

His eyebrows raised as she spoke, and he leaned even more closer in intrigue. “Hmm, tell me more” he drawled, the hint of incubus sparking into life. Whenever attraction was spoke, it was hard to keep it down. It always surged from him without thinking.

“And I’m a Victorian man that has lived for almost 200 years” he retorted. The comment that she was a witch didn’t bother him. He’d heard and knew of some supernatural creatures in Warwick, it wasn’t uncommon. Yet, witches were pretty rare around. They usually hid themselves after what occurred during the witch hunting days. “What’s your speciality?” He asked casually.

Dee thought about it before she spoke this time, which was rare since she seldom thought about what to say unless that person was close to suing the school. She smiled a little at his comment that his offer stood. She knew of people who would definitely have shown a face of rejection or repulsion, which she was terrified of.

"My specialty?" She raised an eyebrow. She was never asked that question, and by never, she really meant never. "Cooking and sleeping, I guess." She joked, but it came out in a slightly sarcastic and kind of abrasive tone. She would normally be more careful, but something about him made her want to talk a bit more than usual.

Logan wiped away any trace of his meal from his lips. He was satisfied with the fruits, it filled him with enough energy for the evening. He usually got hungry and desired meatier and protein heavy food during the evenings.

He laughed with a slight shake of his head. It wasn’t a mocking laughter as it sounded, but more a laugh that carried lightness at the conversation. He was obviously in the wrong for not clearing the purpose of his question first. “I meant, your witch speciality. What do you enjoy? Spells? Potions? Turning people into animals?” He grinned childishly. Logan leaned forward, he enjoyed listening to her speak.

Dee grinned when he re-asked the question. Finally, someone who listened when she talked. Sure, his grin might've worried her a little bit, but she was just glad to finally have some nice human interaction that wasn't over a phone call or goodbye at the end of the day.

"None of the above." She answered. "I'm basically a human battery if you'll call it that." She was a vessel of magic, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, she knew a couple of spells and potions, but they were mostly harmful, and she wasn't going to go around advertising that she only knew harmful magic.

“Ayy, chica, dont worry.” Isabella spoke on the phone. She was assuring her friend that she didn’t have to worry about ditching her for lunch. However the only reason she wasn’t mad was because she went out with a boy who Isabella has been trying to get her with. “I’ll find a table to sit at, so don’t worry about me. Just have fun, and tell me everything later. Now adios .” Isabella laughed and hung up before getting herself lunch.