Everybody's waiting for the sun Who: Madeleine and Zaviar Where: Zaviar's place When: Afternoon
A few days into the school year and Zaviar was already sure that it was going to take all the self-control he had ever possessed to not kill half of them. Especially the ones who gave off that undeniably obvious angelic vibe. Those students were the ones that he wanted to have in his class the very least, but he was sure that it would break several laws as well as his agreement tot each all the students at SOHS if he refused to let them into his classroom. I could always just curse the door and any student who can get through and stay in the room are the ones that I'll consider worthy of teaching. Everyone else can go find someone else to teach them their biology. Like they were really going to use it. Over half of them were probably going to be lucky if they got jobs working at the local gas station or wherever it was that their parents worked. And he thought that he was being pretty generous with assuming that they had parents with jobs or the ability to get them jobs wherever it was that they put in their forty hours a week.
Arriving home had been the best part of his day, because having to leave the warmth of that hotel room he had shared with Madeleine had definitely not been any better than dealing with the 'minds of tomorrow'. Though that offer from the woman who had been the principal, yet another angelic because the school was full of them, to be the faculty adviser to a group of the supernatural students? That he liked. That he could handle. At least then he would know what he was dealing with based off more than the scents they left in the air. 'Are most of them human?' While Zaviar had gone through the house and into the backyard, Knight had lingered half in and half out of his doggie door, tail drooping. His witch may have been a snake who soaked up this sort of weather and the sun like it was going out of style, but Knight was a dog and he did not approve of it at all. Though it was getting uncomfortable standing like he was and it would only be another moment or so before he made his way for the best spot of shade and the hole in the dirt that he had dug underneath. There may or may not have also been the remains of a bone there...
"They are," Zaviar's reply was slow and he did not move from where he had stretched out on the grass. Not even a heat-lamp made up for the sun and when it was this nice out - he had no idea why people were actually complaining about it - he took full advantage. Knight had made a remark about how it was inappropriate to leave the house without a shirt before Zaviar had pointed out that it was his yard and he could do whatever he wanted. That dog watched too much TV when he was picking up on things like that. 'Speaking of TV.' Knight had moved to the shade and the hole, since he seemed incapable of just staying outside when he knew that everyone else was outside. 'Everyone else' currently consisting of Zaviar, but he knew that Madeleine, and likely Althea, would be over soon. 'I saw that stuff on the news about a snake-man being-'
"Be quiet, Knight."
'But-'
"I said. Be quiet." Zaviar was not quite willing to allow himself to think about that at the current moment in time. It was disquieting and he was trying to enjoy the sun.