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This... was... intolerable.

Sherlock Holmes - a.k.a. Professor Sherringford House for the time being - ground his teeth together in an effort to keep from losing his temper. Were all teachers this ridiculously stupid? No wonder most of the teenagers and adults he ran into were idiots if these were the kind of people teaching them. He stared down at the book in his hands, some ridiculous fantasy thing Lestrade had shoved into his hands earlier that morning, and made a concentrated effort to ignore the insane chatter going on around him. Lestrade's warning still rang in his ears, after all, and he was determined not to give the man any extra fodder.

Still. It was becoming markedly more difficult by the minute to pretend that he wasn't annoyed by the people around him. The English teacher was addicted to crisps. The gym teacher was having an affair with the English teacher, who was also having an affair with the French teacher. Three of the teachers smoked, and another half a dozen were doing drugs. He eyed one of the women standing near the far window and silently amended that to seven doing drugs, though from the looks of it she was a recovering addict who was trying hard not to slip. Oh, and the man she was talking to liked to dress up in female clothing during his spare time.

"So, are you ready for your first day?"

It took him a moment to realize that he was being spoken to. "Yes."

Sadly the man didn't take the hint and thrust out a hand. "Harry Equerry. Pleased to meet you. I'm the other Chemistry teacher for the lower grades. I'll show you to where your classroom is if you like. Best to get there before the kids."

If it would get him out of this damned room, Sherlock was all for it. He stood up smoothly, tossing his book on the table, and followed the man out of the room. He kept a sharp eye out as they walked the halls, but nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. Which meant, really, that something was going on and it was just a bit better hidden than most. Excellent. Maybe this would prove to be a worthwhile venture after all.

"So you're an alpha."

Sherlock looked at the man sharply. Harry must have possessed a keen sense of smell to be able to sense that behind all of the inhibitors he had been taking. "And?"

"I'm a beta," Harry said. He looked curious. "Usually they don't allow unbonded alphas to teach."

"Special case," Sherlock said shortly. "Is this my room? Thank you." He swept inside, closing the door firmly behind him before Harry had the chance to say anything else, and looked around. It was an average sized room with several polished metal tables, each sporting school-grade chemistry sets. Sherlock prowled the room. Much as he hated the thought of being here, he supposed that it would do for the week. It wasn't as though he had to stay here for any longer than that, and possibly even less.

He moved back to the desk at the front of the room just as the door opened. A young man stood there, blue eyes wide in surprise. Sherlock cast an assessing glance at him.

“Are you the new professor?” the boy asked.

“Do try not to ask idiotic questions. It gives me a headache,” Sherlock drawled, reaching the front of the room in half a dozen long strides. There was a book of lesson plans on his desk and he picked it up under the illusion of flipping through it. The boy hesitated for a moment before he entered the room, leaving the door open behind him, and walked over to one of the tables. Interestingly enough, he chose one that was closer to the front of the room than the back.

“How long are you here for?”

“One week.”

“Just a week? I thought Mr Knight was going to be out for the whole month.”

“They’re bringing someone new in next Monday,” Sherlock replied. Inwardly he shuddered at the thought of being trapped here for a month. He wouldn’t be sussing out a drug ring by that point; he’d be a part of it. He glanced at the boy. There was no point like the present to start finding out information. “Brother or sister?”

“What?”