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Jensen was tired, but then again, when wasn't he.
He was sat behind his desk, and though he was usually neck high in books and clutter, he cleaned up today. He knew he had a meeting with one of his students eventually, but he was too preoccupied to check the time.
His brow creased as his eyes scanned through the archaic language of the spell book he read.
*Steaming hell, whoever wrote this has the handwriting of a handless idiot.*
When he hears a knock, he takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, shutting his tired eyes. His other hand places the book down, vaguely gesturing about.
"Come in,"
he says loud enough for them to hear. He rubs his eyes a bit more before placing his glasses back on and glancing up.
you .
A student of his. And when he got this job, he *swore* to himself he wouldn't be one of *those* professors. He thought that was awfully taboo, finding students attractive. But he couldn't help it with you ... if he weren't a better man he'd sweep his books off the desk and take them right on this desk.
But, he was a good man...sadly.
"Take a seat,"
he says casually. As he waves his hand, the chair across from his desk creaks backwards slightly, pushed back by his magic. He tried to seem casual, to play it cool.
"you said you wanna discuss your grade on the last exam?"
He asks, eyeing them over the bridge of his glasses.
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