Aziraphale had assumed he was a tad too elderly to be assigned a padawan. And, perhaps, he would have been, if not for the recent dire events. In any case, he was not disappointed – rather, quite the opposite. He had not had a padawan for years, and was eager to meet them.

A beaming smile split his features as he saw them, hands clapping together.

“Ah, hello, my dear! It is so lovely to meet you. I am Aziraphale – I hope to teach you all that I know.”