⤷ ❛ ❅ the hall of heathenry

@☾ wonwoo j｡ This was it, the first day at the Wolfsbane Institute teaching hundreds of students at once. Dacre had taught before, but this was an experience he'd never gotten the chance to even dream about. To him, this opportunity was a big one. With a straightened posture, his well dressed frame moves down the hall with shoe heels clicking quietly over the tile flooring. Having a few books under the arm and a thermos in the other hand, he arrives early to his classroom. Putting personal items down, they are placed very.. meticulously on the desk. He is neatly dressed in a black long sleeve shirt that had a turtle neck with a beige long coat over it and matching formal slacks and a darker brown dress shoe. The hair was properly combed, styled and set, clearly very kept but to some, probably really over dressed. With everything within sight placed in a very orderly fashion, from the desk to the chalk holder beneath the board itself, he picked up a piece and began writing his name while students in no particular way poured into the room over the last remaining 15 to 20 minutes.

"Good morning class, I, am Mr. Montgomery. I'll be teaching this class for the remainder of the school year. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I do want to put out there to get it out of the way, that yes I am from out of the country, but that does not mean i do not understand what you are saying. I've been studying Korean for several years. So, nothing flies over this head." Dacre thinks he's funny with his charming wit as he makes a hand gesture over his head, he gets a few chuckles but the room is mostly silent. Hands clasp together gently;"Now, to get to know me a little bit. You'll notice I have an accent as well, I'm originally from Perth Australia, and I have one younger sister. I flew all the way out here, to teach amazing and bright students like yourselves. Any questions before we start?... no? Alright, assuming everyone got their email sent a month ago, please open your workbooks to page 10, we're going to start off with Pagan origin.." There's a strong air of professionalism about Dacre, but in the same breath, a strong sense of wanting to do well. He never takes his coat off, and while it wasn't particularly heavy but it did seem a little out of place being indoors with functioning heat and AC.

There wasn't much to say, it was a lot of lecturing and history learning, and the professor never did much out of the ordinary outside the coat removal, occasionally drinking from his thermos and writing things on the board. Some hours later, the class begins to disperse, and so too does the tension in his shoulders. Warm eyes scan over some paper on his desk before he proceeds to leave as the final body in the room and head to the teacher's lounge for a much needed lunch break.

@☪ christopher b｡ [] and the result is................ they haven't met as a feeder pairing yet! did a best outta three random chooser and that ended up being the result. SO. Once our lil future thread is done, lets do their first meeting as a feeder pair? btw Yeongju is his uni co-ordinator

If he stared hard enough, maybe the door in front of him would burst into flames.

Never mind that he didn't have a of elemental magic inside of him; it was going to happen. Jungkook would make sure of it. And yet, to his surprise, narrowing his eyes and glaring harder did not, in fact, produce a turret of fire. He wasn't asking for much, was he? It didn't need to be a raging inferno, just... Just to cause enough chaos to result in an emergency building evacuation and spend the next six weeks 'waiting' for the building to be repaired. It wasn't a big ask. Jungkook didn't think so, anyway.

His opinion may be heavily biased, but he was scared.

Scratch that, Jungkook was terrified.

He'd done so well in the past to avoid taking as many practical courses as possible, just getting by on doing the minimum requirements to progress his schooling. Still, it'd all come to a head two weeks ago when his co-ordinator had pulled him aside and informed him that he'd have to participate in this magic crash course to avoid receiving disciplinary punishment. That conversation hadn't ended well. But as much as Jungkook was scared about what was going to happen over the next six months, he was more afraid of being expelled(not that Yeongju had ever inferred anything of the sort, but Jungkook could read between the lines. AKA: he latched onto the worst possible outcome.) and being forced to leave Wolfsbane, his home.

The memory had him gulping, his heart thundering in his chest like a war drum, and his knuckles white as he gripped the cheap nylon of his backpack. He felt sick.

Jungkook jammed his thumb into the keypad, typing out his student ID number and pressing the # to unlock the room. It was one of three in the baneful magic hall, specifically for those with magic slightly more aligned to the darkness and the monstrous creatures within it rather than curses or hexes(Jungkook shuddered, lips pressing into a thin line). Because of this, rather than a room full of automatons and plastic human dolls, you'd find these rooms large and empty, surrounded by mirrors and bamboo wooden floors polished to perfection.

The only other person in the room lounged in a plush Chesterfield loveseat, preoccupied by... Something Jungkook couldn't see from here. Was this Chris? He wondered, thumb rubbing his bag strap and chewing his lower lip as he worked up the courage to make his way over. Goddess, this was more terrible than he thought, Jungkook stressed, slowly making his way over to the other man.

If this was Chris, what exactly had he been told about Jungkook? This was an instructor that Jungkook had never met before, let alone seen. Apparently, according to his late-night research(and yet no pictures), Christopher Bang was one of the best umbramancers in the country. If there was anyone who could help him, it was Chris, Yeongju had said. And he was a vampire, for Goddess' sake, if that didn't just make Jungkook feel even smaller in his combat boots.

He could only imagine the disdain the vampire would have for him in return.

"E-excuse me?" Jungkook flushed red, mortified at the quiet crack in his voice.

"H-hi, um, I'm," He stammered, wringing his hands together. "I'm Jungkook, are you... Chris? Christopher Bang?"