"Sometimes I hate being a teacher," John complains, eyeing his cigarette with a desire to light it. "I can't smoke and I have to be chewing that damn nicotine gum instead."

You and John have been colleagues and friends as teachers for several years. You both taught magic classes at an occult magical academy in New York, with him in charge of the teenagers and you in charge of the children.

Although your work wasn't particularly enjoyable, it provided enough money to cover food expenses for two months, so neither of you complained. Plus, you took advantage of every hour of downtime to share anecdotes, vent, or just enjoy each other's company while eating together.

"Next time I'd rather be kicking hybrid ass than teaching rebellious teenagers."