Staff Room (After Genderbent Week)

[Count D]

The Count entered the Staff Room alone, a fresh, warm tray of tea balanced on his palms. He took a seat in a nice comfy chair, and began to sip away at a cup. He eyed the door (well, halfway eyed, since one eye is covered by hair), awaiting a colleague to enter. He had yet to get to know his fellow teachers, and did want to get it out of the way.

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent slid his way into the staff room, a mug of piping hot coffee in his hands. He was hoping to get some quality alone time to remove that headache that had been growing since last week, but all chances of that vanished with this effeminate man. He was a new teacher, right? Count C, was it? G? V? Chi? Key? "Hello..." Vioncent greeted the mysterious figure.

[Count D]

Count D glanced up from beneath his lashes, and, just as he hoped, a (rather handsome) colleague arrived. With a tender smile, the Count bowed his head a bit in respect. "Hello there. Would you like some tea, sir?" Just in case, he began to pour another cup. "I was so hoping to meet another teacher soon. I am Count D."

[Vincent Valentine]

D! It was Count D! Vincent mentally slapped himself for forgetting. "Nice to meet you. I'm Vincent Valentine, the Transfiguration professor." He glanced at the cup of tea that the Count poured for him, then at his own mug of coffee. Choices, choices...

[Count D]

“Care of Magical Creatures is my class. However, I do dabble in Transfiguration myself.” The Count glanced up at Vincent, and, noticing his conflict, chuckled. “I assure you, warm tea is far better for you."

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent set his mug of coffee down and picked up the cup of tea. He may have preferred his java, but it was rude to turn down an offer, and Vincent wasn't completely rude. "Dabble, you say?" Vincent lightly sipped on the tea, discovering it was rather pleasant-tasting.

[Count D]

"Mm, yes. I owned a pet shop in the United States, and some of my animals I would turn human, or vice versa, depending on my mood." He smiled to himself, before setting down his cup of tea. He crossed his legs neatly beneath his pale blue yukata, and placed his hands in his lap. "Mr. Valentine, are you pleased with working here?"

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent scoffed. "Pleased? No. Content? More or less." He set his own cup of tea down. "Why do you ask?"

[Count D]

The Count chuckled at his answer. He was a feisty man. "Just curious to see if someone shared my views as well." He glanced up at Vincent briefly. "However, I came here voluntarily. I take it you did not?"

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent shrugged. "I got the letter, and I couldn't say no, could I? I had my fair share of good memories in this place." He sipped his tea. "Besides, someone needed to teach Transfiguration, and that's why I'm here. To teach. Not to be liked."

[Count D]

"As it should be, my friend." Count D was growing attached to this man; they had similar views. The Count plucked a tart from the tea tray and began to happily munch on it. "The youth of this time need discipline from their elders, not pleasure or friendship."

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent carefully placed his cup back down and threw up his arms in exasperation. "Finally, someone who gets what I'm saying!" He was starting to like this Count D...

[Count D]

The Count chuckled to himself. "It's indeed hard to find someone of a similar mindset today." He casually ran his hand through his hair.

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent chuckled lightly. "you're preaching to the choir here, Count." He drained his cup of tea and set it down, eyeing the Count. "So, wait, you said you have a pet shop in the States. If I may ask, where exactly IS said shop?"

[Count D]

Count D smiled joyfully. "It's in a quaint little place in California, called Chinatown. It only makes sense, considering I'm Chinese, yes?" he chirped. He loved talking about his work. Almost as much as sweets and tea.