Snippet #1015723

Kaliska stood against a wall, unobtrusive but watchful. As a teacher he was required to be at the opening ceremony and the meet up, in case students had questions and to make sure the atmosphere remained calm. It also didn’t hurt to meet any students who were interested – it made the first day of class easier. Most of the students seemed comfortable enough, although a few in particular caught his eye. It was always hard for first years or transfer students. Some were used to boarding schools, but others came from public or home schooling – leaving them not only in a new school but also a new home.

Absently, the Honon picked at his tie, unused to semi-formal wear. During class, and any time he was on school grounds, he was technically supposed to wear professional clothes… but unless parents or government officials were visiting he wore a t-shirt and jeans – unless he was clubbing or partying of course. He grinned to himself, remembering last Friday at the Seven Young Kids bar and club. It was open to those under eighteen Tuesdays, Saturdays, and every other Friday, but most of the time it was adult only.


With a slight shake of his head he pulled his mind away from last Friday’s party to the present.