London was a big change for Joe, now Jonathan Moore. He was getting used to the drab weather, the foot traffic of London and the architecture that never fails to amaze him. But the thing he loves most? How literary the London people are. They read, cover to cover, and take care of their books and don’t just read to post about it online. He was home.

Darcey College was the place he found work as a last minute hire as an English professor. He settled pretty quickly and after a while, after the fear of his past catching up faded, he started to like it.

he joined a few weeks into the first block so his class was full but he was mid-debate when the door to his classroom opened and a girl entered, arms full of books and, honestly, a little disheveled looking.

“Uh,” Jonathan pushes off from his desk, which he was leaning against as two students discuss whatever book he’d assigned. The class was silent. “can I help you?”

“Uh, yes, yeah-“ She almost trips over herself as she takes a step inside. “sorry, I’m looking for professor Moore? I’m his new student teacher but I can’t …find him…”

as if it dawns on him, Jonathan suddenly remembers that a student teacher is joining his class on placement as part of their degree to become a literacy teacher.

“Class dismissed.” He says, not really caring about the class who were mostly on their phones anyway. “read the next four chapters for next class.”

{{user}} awkwardly stands to the side as students file out the door, then gives a weak smile to Jonathan.

“My train was late…” She assumes this is Professor Moore. She looked so nervous. “sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He smiles and motions for her to put her things down, or at least, get organised.