Due to his English background, formality was second nature to Professor Gideon Whyte; the somewhat stoic appearing, Anglo-Chinese witch actually preferred having the formalities in place…they gave him a sense of nostalgia and a familiarity of where his place was within this gathering of powerful beings.
Standing straight, Gideon pulled the hem of his jacket to straighten it and cleared his throat, “Welcome, Ladies…”, he gave each of the new teachers a nod, “My name is Gideon Whyte. I teach the Anthropology courses and Basic Potions. Please call me Gideon and feel free to come see me if you need assistance with anything. My door is always open.” He gave them each a smile and returned to his seat.
Once he was no longer in the limelight, the slender Englishman opened his notebook and recorded a few notes about the meeting. His dark eyes darted between Finn and Isabelle, wondering what caused such animosity between them. Had they been lovers, he wondered. Gideon was an extremely confident man, but he was also an intelligent man…a man who knew his craft well. He knew power well too…well enough to know when he was a gnat compared to another; for this purpose, he was intimidated by three people at this school…Dean Alden, Finnbheara and Septimus Cowley. Fortunately, these ‘men’ were fair-minded, intelligent men and not world-conquering, soul eaters! He almost chuckled at himself, picturing Alden University as the fictional Hogwarts and the faculty as it’s professors.