Realistic or Modern ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 ❞

[christy]

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muse a ( nymphadora. ) is a recently employed high school music teacher who never really got out of their leather jacket and biker phase. they've seen the world, travelled with their band and possibly has done some sketchy things. but now, they decided to put that education degree into use and teach high school students what real music is, even if the kids and other staff members may find them a little arrogant. his class next door? muse b ( christy ), an english teacher who treats their students with cookies and wears soft cotton shirts. perhaps if the music teacher didn't play his music so loud, the two would get along.

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[christy]

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curious.
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It started off just like any other day. Emma woke up, got breakfast ready for her brother Connor, and left home half an hour early to head to school. She and Connor had long ago come to the agreement that they wouldn't arrive at school together. The last thing she wanted to do was make any problems for him — even if she was among the more liked teachers — and in any case, people already knew that they were related. It was a small town after all. But Emma believed that it would also teach him some independence to lock up the house and head to school, and if he wanted to go out of the state for his bachelors, then he'd have to get used to it.

That didn't stop Connor from insisting that he was more independent than she realised, but as de facto mother for the past few years, Emma naturally worried about such things, and more. And since going early wasn't an option for Connor — and nor was going late for Emma, as a teacher — she had opted to leave earlier, so he could be at school on time. She didn't mind. She could get some extra work done, and that way she didn't have to stay back in school very late, which opened up more time for herself in the evenings for other things. Like working on her book.

As usual, she arrived at school much before anyone else arrived, so it was empty. She sat in her class, grading a few papers from a pop quiz she'd given the previous day, and as she focused on marking it, the school slowly began to get more and more crowded. The day was properly beginning, and it would have been like any other day for Emma, had she not been called on by Principal Vause.

It was about ten minutes before the first bell when the receptionist, an elderly woman named Martha, knocked on her door and said that she was requested in the office. And so, Emma dropped what she was doing to meet the principal.

"Ah, Miss Harrington, please, take a seat," Principal Vause said with a welcoming smile as he gestured to the seat that faced his desk. With a polite smile, Emma nodded and obliged, before looking to the man expectantly. He didn't beat around the bush. "I suspect you may have heard that we recently hired a new music teacher?"

Emma had heard of that, but she wasn't too clear on the details. "I did, but I don't think I know who you hired."

"Augustus Thorpe, is his name," the Principal explained. "He'll be joining us as of today, in fact. I was thinking you could show him around the school, get him familiar with the place. You're a good a candidate as any, since, aside from working here, you also studied here in your youth," he smiled. Principal Vause's tone was kind, but it also made it seem like she didn't really have much of an option.

In any case, Emma didn't mind showing the new guy around — if it weren't for her classes. "I would be happy to show him around," Emma began, giving a small smile. "But I have first period English with the senior class, and —"

"Oh, not to worry! We'll assign a substitute. I'm sure they can manage without you for one day," Principal Vause said, before nodding to the door. "I think he'll be here soon. He's about your age. Or, perhaps a little older. Anyway, he's on the younger side, unlike all of our other teachers, so you really were the best person for this."

Giving him another smile, Emma relented. "Well, I can't argue with that logic," she told the man before slowly rising to her feet. "I'll see you later then, Mr. Vause," she bid him adieu before walking out of the office and into the reception. She couldn't help but feel like she'd heard the name Augustus Thorpe before, but Emma just tossed the thought out of her head and leaned against the receptionist's counter while she waited for the new music teacher to arrive.

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[nymphadora.]

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stressed.
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christy .
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school reception.
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mr thorpe.

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[div class=title1]augustus thorpe.

Cars sped down the roads past him, changing from blurry silhouettes to tiny dots by the time he zoomed past and glanced in the rear-view window. Gus' eyebrows were knitted together, one hand on the steering wheel as his fingers drummed against the surface, the other gripped tightly on the gearstick. The last two weeks or so had been an experience, to say the least. Two weeks ago, Augustus' life was avoiding paparazzi, rushing to meetings about the future of his band's music, and having people carry his instruments on their back. Now, not so much. The ex-musician found himself in a quaint town with his own apartment and a new job as a high school music teacher, that he was, already, possibly late to.

Who's fault was it? Gus liked to blame it on his cheap alarm clock.

A muddle of quiet curse words fell out his mouth with tensed ease as made a quick turn, using the GPS' voice on his phone to direct him. Another groan left him as Gus' glanced at his watch, the seconds' hand ticking faster with each fleeting moment. Time was dripping away from him, and by hell was Gus going to make a wrong impression on the first day of the job; Over his dead body. Gus pulled another sharp turn of the wheel, noticing a few students -- or at least, they looked like students -- wandering down the sidewalk in the same direction. A tiny flower of hope blossomed inside, the stress in his shoulders began to slowly unknot at the relieving sight. Gus continued to drive down the road until the sight of the school building came into view, like a witnessing a miracle come to fruition, he slowed down his car and headed into the staff parking lot.

The next task was to find the office again. Gus leapt out of his side of the car, swiftly grabbing his briefcase as he did; and bee-lined towards the entrance. Finding the office was much easier than driving, Gus' eyes caught sight of the bronze plaque and quickly headed towards the door. His pace was calmer, yet Gus didn't hesitate to waste any more time. With a final glance of his watch, a small smile grew on his lips. The male checked himself in the reflection, pushing a few dark, rebellious strands of his face and headed inside. And with a few minutes to spare, Thorpe does it again

Augustus was greeted to the sight of a large receptionist desk, greying curls peering above the surface and another staff member leaning nearby. The email he'd received a few days prior mentioned a tour with another teacher — a 'Miss Harrington' according to the email's description. Gus' gaze flickered between the two, the male quietly hoped the younger woman was his tour-guide. The male mustered a sheepish smile as he spoke aloud, subtly aiming his focus towards the brunette. "Uh, sorry to interrupt anything, but I'm looking for a Miss Harrington?"

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[christy]

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Emma couldn't recall how long she'd been waiting at the reception, but it hadn't taken much more time for the new teacher to arrive. The first bell hadn't even gone off yet, which meant that she could get the tour done by second period — just in time for her next class for the day. And by then, the new music teacher could get acquainted with his students for that period as well, and settle in more in the school and in his role.

Martha, the receptionist, noticed Augustus before Emma did since she had been leaning against the counter with her elbows resting on top of it, her back facing the entrance. Standing up, Martha gave the young man a smile. "Mister Thorpe! Glad to have you. This is Miss Emmaline Harrington," she said, gesturing to Emma, who turned around to face the new teacher. "She'll be giving you a small tour of the school before showing you where your class will be."

Before Martha could say anything else, or respond to any questions, she tended to a ringing phone, so Emma decided to go ahead and speak up. "You can just call me Emma," she told Augustus with a friendly smile, since Martha had been all professional by using her full name. She was the only person, besides the principal, who used her full name instead of shortening it to Emma.

"Let's start the tour?" She suggested, walking over to Augustus and gesturing for him to walk out of the reception and into the hall. Emma couldn't help but feel strongly as though she'd seen Augustus before. Instead of trying to recollect that information though, she focused on other things. Like how attractive he was. And the fact that he had a British accent, which meant that he definitely wasn't from around there. That alone raised a few questions.

"So, what brings you to our small, little town?" Emma asked with a smile as she led him down one hallway, hands in the pockets of her jeans. "We don't get a lot of new people. It's not exactly the kind of place people come for new experiences," she tacked on with a chuckle, while glancing around. The hallways were slowly emptying out, though any children that remained near their lockers or walking to their classes were eyeing Augustus — likely because he was young and good looking and about to be a teacher there. Besides her, he was easily the youngest staff member there.

As they continued their walk, Emma pointed out areas of interest, like the staff lounge and the way to the cafeteria. Right now they'd taken a back door out to the bleachers and the football field. She hadn't shown him the music room yet since she figured that she'd save the best for last.

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[nymphadora.]

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relaxed > tensed.
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christy .
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school hallway.
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mr thorpe.

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[div class=title1]augustus thorpe.

"Mister Thorpe! Glad to have you. This is Miss Emmaline Harrington,"

A wave of relief crashed over the new music teacher, a smile tugged at the edge of his lips as the elderly receptionist finished her introduction and went back to her duties, leaving the two teachers to their own devices. The younger female stepped forward, introducing herself as Emma. Gus only replicated the friendly smile, "Gus, nice to meet you, Emma."

Augustus happily nodded, stepping to the side before quickly following her. His eyes wandered around the hallway, students trickling out from hallways with ranging expressions from blank, to happy, to utterly tired. Kids were a like a whole other species to Gus, but there was still a want -- a need -- to give these kids a taste of what real music is. Gus' focus returned back to Emma, raising an eyebrow at her question. A bus, he wanted to answer, but that really wasn't a professional answer. He gave a small smile and lifted his shoulders, "A change of pace, I guess. The city can only offer so much, y'know?" His answer wasn't the full truth, but it wasn't a complete lie either, and Gus was strangely comfortable with that. He could feel beady eyes from the students stare at him, the quietest of whispers floating past him like a gust of air; no one dared to make full eye contact with him.

Gus took mental notes of the whereabouts of the classrooms, studying the teachers from the hallway as he kept his pace with Emma. Were all the teachers this old? The jarring contrast of age between his tour guide and the wandering staff members almost gave him whiplash. "How long have you been here? Teaching, I mean." Gus mused, raising another eyebrow at the brunette. Perhaps it was simply an American thing to have teachers on the verge of death, Gus simply shrugged the floating thought away with a quiet sigh.

"Miss Harrington! Lovely to see you -- is this the new teacher?"

Gus' footsteps came to a slow halt, a dash of confusion danced across his face as a woman came scurrying down the hall. A bag worth of pencils stuck awkwardly out of her light blonde bun, the slightest shades of grey weaving in between the brown wisps. Bright red glasses perched over her arched nose, hiding behind her bewildered yet tired eyes. Gus watched as the tiny woman shuffled a stack of text books underneath her arm and shook his hand with a grin. It was like watching a stumbling cartoon in action, fast and jittery. "Mrs Claude; science teacher."

The music teacher gave a sheepish smile in return, shaking her frail hand politely. "Gus Thorpe, nice to meet another staff member."

Mrs Claude's eyebrows slowly knitted together, her hand falling to her side as Gus noticed she was staring, the expression similar to the students that surrounded them from moments ago. "You remind me of someone, uh -- a singer," Her voice trailed off aimlessly, her memory failing to put the name to the face. Gus kept his panic internally, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips as he kept -- or at least tried -- to steady his composure.

"Just the face I've got," He boyishly grinned. Gus couldn't, nor did he want, his new job to realise who he was. Even if it'd only been ten minutes, the peace of being a nobody was inviting; like a warm, cozy blanket. Mrs Claude continued to mumble, muttering something about her daughter's taste in music, and while Gus was flattered at the thought; he couldn't let the charade fall apart. "Mrs Claude?" The male interrupted, "Miss Harrington still has to show me 'round the place and we've all probably got students eager to learn." Gus tried to feign an upbeat enthusiasm in his voice, a wavering smile tugged at his lips, "If you remember the name, come find me, yeah?"

Mrs Claude stayed quiet but slowly nodded, warming up to the idea with a smile. The female quickly rushed through her goodbyes and headed down the hall, zooming past like a road runner. Relief crashed over Gus as his tense shoulders relax, glancing over to Emma with a softer expression. "Where to next, Harrington?"

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[christy]

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Emma listened to Gus as he answered her question, explaining why he chose a small town like the one she lived in her entire life. Emma had always sought out change, but she believed there was time for that. And besides, she needed money before she could just go traveling or moving to some big city. She didn't even know if the big city life was the type of life she wanted to lead but she certainly wanted to try everything. A change of pace, just like Gus said. But there was time for that.

"Well, I'm afraid this town can only offer so much as well," Emma said with a small laugh as she walked alongside him. "There are some great places though. If you like music, there's this jazz lounge a couple of blocks away from here. You don't get a lot of people going, only real music lovers, but it's kind of like open mic? So you can see some great people perform, or if you like, you could perform something yourself." Emma neglected to mention that she frequented the place at least once a week. She liked to play the piano, when nobody was performing, just to give the area a bit of live music, but she also sang. Singing was a rarity, because of her minor stage fright, but it wasn't unheard of, or anything.

When Gus asked a question of his own, she was quick to respond. "Almost four years now," she explained. "Yeah, I graduated from college and moved right back to town and I took up this teaching job not long after that." She wasn't much of a sharer, when it came to her background, but she would have elaborated on why she wanted to teach there of all places before she was interrupted by another familiar voice. Ah, Mrs. Claude. Something of a gossiper, the woman was. She just had to know everything, so of course she was poking her nose around the school's newest addition. Besides that slightly annoying quality, she was a rather lovely woman. And she made the best chocolate brownies.

Emma merely nodded when she clarified whether the man beside her was the new teacher or not. She let him do the introduction though, figuring he'd want to get acquainted with the other teachers on his own. She didn't really notice anything out of character for Gus when Mrs. Claude mentioned that he had a familiar face, so there was nothing to be suspicious about, though she was pleased when he politely cut her off so they could continue the tour. Emma waved goodbye to Mrs. Claude and then gestured for Gus to continue walking alongside her as she led the way back inside.

"Mrs. Claude, if you haven't gathered by now, loves to talk," she explained with a small chuckle. "But she means well. Usually."

Turning a corner, Emma led Gus to the final stop on their tour — the music room. It was empty for the moment, because until they hired a music teacher, those classes were suspended, but everything was in its place and neatly kept. Though the room was right next to her own classroom, she didn't frequent it much, mainly because she didn't think she had much musical talent, and whatever she did have, she didn't feel like showing to anyone from school.

"This is where you'll have your classes," she told him, gesturing around and moving further into the room, allowing him to look around if he wanted to. "Martha, the woman at the reception, she'll give you your timetable so you know when you have your classes, but, until then, welcome to the family," she grinned. It was cheesy, but, well, Emma was cheesy. "Do you have any questions? Or anything I can maybe help with?"

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