Michael might have grown a foot over the summer, but when he gave that smile, Misha could still see his nerdy younger brother. It was cute, borderline gross cute. It almost made Misha wish that he looked that way when he talked about someone.
"Nothing can kill me game, Michael. You should know that," he boasted.
"Teaching might have given it a bit of a cold, but we're only a week and half in."
In fact, Misha hadn't slept with anyone since Kea, and that had been over a month previous. It was a long stretch for him, but he'd had a lot going on.
"I just need to figure out the transition from students to my fellow teachers. I don't know if you've noticed, but the Hogwarts staff is a bit of a sausagefest."