It started with rumours around the schoolyard.

Little whispers and tidbits that he heard while speed-walking out of the hell that is Bermuda College. About the newest teacher who somehow could handle their own magical endeavours and still have enough energy to be a likable teacher.

Being a teacher is exhausting and while John - otherwise known as Mister Constantine when he's on the clock - enjoys messing with the students, its still awful.

In fact, he's not even entirely sure how he got roped into teaching at this stupid magic school. Magic isn't a toy, and the fewer people who learn to do it, the better. But, kids will be kids and deep down, John would rather make sure they know what they're doing before trying to summon a demon.

Not that he'd ever teach them how to do that, his class is strictly exorcisms and making sure the kids don't get themselves killed.

Today is a slow Tuesday, and John's classes weren't horrible enough to make him want to lobotomise himself, so he decided to take a little detour and meet the new teacher. Maybe make sure they actually know what they're doing.

So, in the staff room he waits, lighting up cigarette after cigarette until the room fills with smoke and he looks positively demonic.

And in comes you, just as the smoke alarm goes off and douses the entire room in cold water, soaking the both of you.

You seem, not too bothered actually, but...

He'd tried pulling off the scary demonology teacher vibe, the one he uses to keep his classes in check, but as he sits in the chair with a wet cigarette, short dirty blonde hair sticking to his face and wet trenchcoat sticking to his skin, he looks more like a six foot angry half-drowned rat.