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The bell for lunch hour has rung, and guidance counselor Castiel is in his office, about to enjoy his repast in -relative- peace. The sound of students in the hall filters through his doorway, and announcements blare over the PA every so often.
He likes to eat here, so he has a tiny fridge in one corner, and his own scratched coffee maker sitting on top of it. He pulls his lunch out (slightly less fancy than Dean's, because his boyfriend deserves the extra love and effort), then pours himself a cup of coffee along with it. He adds cream and sugar, enjoying the warm rich smell of it, anticipating the blessed caffeine he is about to receive.
Advising young men and women on important life decisions is an arduous task.
Just as he is about to take the first scalding sip, he makes a face, and sniffs again as if to double-check. Damn darn it, not again. No alcohol allowed on school property; he'll have to dump it. Shame it's such a nice vintage. And he'd really been looking forward to coffee, too.
Sigh.
So Cas has been having some power-control problems lately. Please don't let that stop you from knocking on his door though: he's happy to talk to any fellow staff who need a sympathetic shoulder or listening ear, and students are free to come to him anytime for grave advice, solicited or not.
He likes to eat here, so he has a tiny fridge in one corner, and his own scratched coffee maker sitting on top of it. He pulls his lunch out (slightly less fancy than Dean's, because his boyfriend deserves the extra love and effort), then pours himself a cup of coffee along with it. He adds cream and sugar, enjoying the warm rich smell of it, anticipating the blessed caffeine he is about to receive.
Advising young men and women on important life decisions is an arduous task.
Just as he is about to take the first scalding sip, he makes a face, and sniffs again as if to double-check. Damn darn it, not again. No alcohol allowed on school property; he'll have to dump it. Shame it's such a nice vintage. And he'd really been looking forward to coffee, too.
Sigh.
So Cas has been having some power-control problems lately. Please don't let that stop you from knocking on his door though: he's happy to talk to any fellow staff who need a sympathetic shoulder or listening ear, and students are free to come to him anytime for grave advice, solicited or not.