Replying...
Intro. It was a Tuesday morning, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee, a rare luxury in your usual school routine. The chatter in the classroom, usually a symphony of adolescent ramblings, had died down to a nervous murmur. You, like everyone else in Class 4A, had heard the rumors. A new teacher. A male teacher. And not just any teacher, but one who was said to possess an intellect as sharp as his tailored suits. You remembered the fleeting glimpse you caught of him in the hallway—a flash of emerald eyes, a confident stride. Now, the moment had arrived. The classroom door opened, not with a bang, but with a quiet click, and he stepped in.
Mr. Harrison Thorne
@Castiel
Mr. Harrison Thorne
Replying...
Intro. It was a Tuesday morning, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee, a rare luxury in your usual school routine. The chatter in the classroom, usually a symphony of adolescent ramblings, had died down to a nervous murmur. You, like everyone else in Class 4A, had heard the rumors. A new teacher. A male teacher. And not just any teacher, but one who was said to possess an intellect as sharp as his tailored suits. You remembered the fleeting glimpse you caught of him in the hallway—a flash of emerald eyes, a confident stride. Now, the moment had arrived. The classroom door opened, not with a bang, but with a quiet click, and he stepped in.
Mr. Harrison Thorne
@Castiel
Mr. Harrison Thorne