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John leaned into the back of his chair, tilting it back so he could stretch his long lanky legs and rest his feet on the corner of his desk. As he leaned back he took a sip from his mug, which was mostly filled with grain alcohol but had enough just enough coffee to keep it the liquid mixture black. As he sipped he tilted up his wide brimmed hat and surveyed the classroom. It was rather cluttered, between the small stools and a quite worldly assortment of instruments. Though at the moment it was empty of anyone but himself, who was sitting behind a large desk at the front of the room with a large dusty chalkboard framed behind him.

Sitting the now half empty mug down on his desk, he picked up a rather old looking banjo that was leaning up against to his desk near him. He tilted his hat back down and leaned back, resting the instrument in his lap. He began to pluck on the strings and twist the tuning knobs occasionally, while he waited.

The headmaster had instructed him to “Make himself available to the students.” while they were getting their dorm assignments. He figured the best way to do that would be just wait for someone to show up to his classroom. Or perhaps the headmaster had said something about his classroom being part of a tour, but he couldn’t really member. Or was it that he was supposed to be somewhere else entirely? He couldn't seem to reckon an answer. So he simply continued to sit with his feet up, his hat pulled down low, and pluck on the banjo sitting in his lap while he wondered if any would stop by to see the old Straw Man.