Jack was behind his deck, looking over some essays written by the Standards. He didn't grade these yet, though most pages were marked with red pen, the banshee giving his youngest students many helpful suggestions. When Caleb entered, Jack rose to his feet, cutting a smart figure in his suit. He looked every inch the young, sophisticated teacher.
Jack's office was rather modern-looking, boasting a quick computer, a mostly-empty desk and three book-cases that weren't higher than the window-sills. There were a few easy-to-take-care for plants - ferns and cacti - and a few posters: artistic renderings of mythological creatures, some of them done by students. There was a rather large one of a regal looking Hydra.
"Mr. Blackburn," Jack said, nodding at the tall student. He relished in the word, loving the taste of Caleb's last name. "Would you like something? Tea? Water?" He gestured at one of the bookcases, carrying a water jug and an electronic kettle on top of it.