How the hell had this happened?

One day John’s an occult detective, working solo as he fought against supernatural entities and such. Next he’s teaching at a magic school. Eh, it wasn’t so bad. He got a nice room to sleep in, and the food was bloody good. Not to mention the pay was absolutely great.

Now it was time for his first class. He was the professor for spells or something… John hadn’t been really paying attention but that didn’t matter.

He sorted out his trench coat and tie before stepping into the classroom. It was quite a spacious one, made out of cobblestone. Kids were sat everywhere. Most looked human, not all though.

“Bloody hell…” He muttered under his breath as he approached the front of the room and looked at the class. “Uh, ‘ello. I’m Mr. Constantine… i’ll be y’er professor for spells… and… yeah, whatever.”