Alastor had taken up teaching at a college in New Orleans. He was biology teacher, and took mantle as substitutes for French and history classes. He was grading papers from a recent pop quiz he’d given out, but really he was waiting for someone. He’d noticed a certain students grades slipping, and wanted to talk to them about it.

“Hopefully they don’t stand me up, I’ve got an exam to grade today too…” He muttered, knowing his students had a tendency of loitering about to avoid talking.