"This one is Edison," he answered fondly, giving the cat a good scratch behind the ears before plopping her down on the coffee table. "Tesla isn't the most fond of strangers," Q informed, eyeing the black cat hiding around a door frame before he ducked away.
Having company was a nice distraction. He could use the time alone to clean or go over the next day's lesson plans, but not having his computers or any of his technology was already making Q a bit peevish and bored, wondering just who he pissed off at the Bureau enough for this assignment despite the insistence he was the most qualified for the job. Honestly, if the school didn't want an overhaul of their entire security system, he was pretty limited in what he could even do. But wizard culture was frustratingly stubborn in their old ways. The journals they got were a surprise, but that seemed to be the extent of it.
"That's what accio is for, isn't it?" he raised his eyebrows, summoning a couple mugs to the table. Edison stuck her head inside one, tail twitching. "Don't worry, that one will be mine. Earl grey?"