Professor

“You’d think I’m eight years old with all the protective gear my dad wants me to wear.” Mumbled the blonde angrily as she slipped the goggles off her eyes and over her helmet. Her father wanted her to wear a helmet, goggles, and elbow pads just to ride her sport bike, and she absolutely hated it. The pads tended to stay at home, but he would take away the bike if she didn’t wear the helmet and goggles. “This is so stupid.” Added the little wolf.

Marcus chuckled, passing by as he heard the blonde girl’s mumbled comment. “Just proving he cares, I’d think,” he replied with a kind smile, pausing as he adjusted his bag. “Good for you in the long run.”

“I’m not getting up, I deserve at least another hours sleep!”

“Shouldn't you be in class or something? Or maybe even your own bed... if you’re going to continue sleeping?” Marcus didn’t bother looking at the younger witch, flipping through the papers on his desk.

“Ojcze nasz, którys jest w Niebie, swiec sie Imie Twoje, przyjdz Królestwo Twoje, badz wola Twoja, jako w Niebie, tak i na ziemi, chleba naszego powszedniego daj nam dzisiaj I odpusc nam nasze winy, jako i my odpuszczamy naszym winowajcom, i nie wódz nas na pokuszenie, ale nas zbaw ode zlego.“ Francis started off in habit. He continued to speak in polish talking about his wife hoping that she was well looked after and his two kids too. He was about to go on about his adopted daughter Serena when he noticed someone was in the prayer room with him and not doing much preying. “You know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” he commented angrily. It was why he preyed in polish because so few would understand it. Didn’t make it any less intrusive when another listens.

Hands folded in front of his face, Marcus stared at one of the stained glass windows. He didn’t bother to put on the facade of praying. It had been years since he’d spoken to some higher power. He had to admit, however, that he did find a little solace in the silence that found in places of prayer. Glancing over, the man found himself watching the other man who had take residence in the room. He didn’t realize he’d been staring until the other spoke up. Wry smile sliding into place, Marcus shrugged. “I’m sorry, I was just enjoying the peace.” Marcus glanced away as he continued, his eyes wandering to the tall ceiling. “There’s just something that floats in the air in places like this.”

The day in Sorciere was just winding down and Gabe was already finished with his due diligence for the day, as he had ushered the last of the class students out from the lecture halls. The place was slightly dimly lit, with the curtains pulled up as he preferred it that way, while he did his work of marking papers. It was a rather boring, dull task, but he had to do it anyways, as he heard the knock on the door. “Yes?” he asked. “Come in?”

“I was hoping to catch you before you left,” Marcus, grinned, sticking his head in the door. “Don’t tell me you’re still on papers. You’ve got all weekend for that, don’t you?” Stepping into the room, the witch shoved a fisted hand deep into his pocket. An easy grin held residence on his face as he cocked his brow.