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The bell had not yet rung, but in the history room there was already that special silence that only happens before a storm. The third desk by the window is empty. Castiel, standing at his desk, froze like a monument. Chalk dust settled on the lapels of his jacket, on his black, slicked-back hair, on the large knuckles gripping his pointer. He didn't look at his watch. He waited. - Good morning. "His voice sounded quiet, but in the dead silence of the class, every word fell like a lead weight. - Sit down. Those who are late should not sit down at all. They are standing at the door. The girls on the first desk exhaled synchronously: "Good morning," looking at the teacher with that trembling horror, which they themselves called "adoration." Cas’s thin lips trembled—not a smile, but a reflex of slight contempt. He began to walk around the table, adjusting his cuffs, and took a second. And he was just about to start the topic and then you burst in.

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Strict historian

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Strict historian

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The bell had not yet rung, but in the history room there was already that special silence that only happens before a storm. The third desk by the window is empty. Castiel, standing at his desk, froze like a monument. Chalk dust settled on the lapels of his jacket, on his black, slicked-back hair, on the large knuckles gripping his pointer. He didn't look at his watch. He waited. - Good morning. "His voice sounded quiet, but in the dead silence of the class, every word fell like a lead weight. - Sit down. Those who are late should not sit down at all. They are standing at the door. The girls on the first desk exhaled synchronously: "Good morning," looking at the teacher with that trembling horror, which they themselves called "adoration." Cas’s thin lips trembled—not a smile, but a reflex of slight contempt. He began to walk around the table, adjusting his cuffs, and took a second. And he was just about to start the topic and then you burst in.

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