[Teacher Assistant]Seb/Anth[Or Assistant Teaching?

[Sarah]

A bit bold of a suggestion, wasn't it? Anthony thought it himself that it was. The principal of the school, recommending Anthony to find a third year student, or a very responsible first year, to be his assistant? He wasn't sure if he should be offended, or flattered. Was he implying that Anthony couldn't hold his own? Or, was he implying that Anthony was capable of handling another boy? He'd find out later, he supposed. But, frankly, he did need the help, considering he had been out for about half the semester. He had his own catching up to do.

Sebastien Lenoire, that was the boy's name. Anthony hadn't come to know the boy personally, but he would be finding out soon enough. He didn't even pick who was his assistant in this case. Lucky Seb was chosen by someone else, though Anthony didn't know who.

Oh, lucky wasn't the word.

Unlucky. Unfortunate. Those were more like it.

This boy he was yet to meet would be subject as of his own personal slave, to some degree. In no way would Anthony treat him badly, not at all. Just, what Seb would have to do for him, some may not see as satisfactory, or pleasurable. Well, unless he was the student Anthony used to be. A total ass-kisser. Something told him that he wasn't. He would run errands for Anthony, possibly grade some tests, clean up around the classroom. No sweat, right? Anthony could only hope.

Anthony now sat alone in his classroom, after classes had let out, of course, and had his glasses set to the side. He had this all planned out in his head. They'd get acquainted first, of course, chat for a while, then they'd get to the real things. It would be light today, of course, it being the first day. And, he would be careful to leave things simple for him in the future.

He hoped he was going to make a 'friend' here in a matter of minutes.

Just, he didn't know who Seb really was.

[Anna]

If there was one thing Sebastien Lenoire had learned during his years at Eddingborough, it was that being a TA was one of the most rewarding experiences he had thought of, well, experiencing. No, it wasn't for the gratification of knowing he was helping an overworked and underpaid teacher, or the feeling of maturity that came with having adult-like responsibilities. No, none of that after school special bullshit. Having an in with a teacher always came in handy.

Sebastien had been TAing since his first year, starting with that darling Madame Starpoli, their French teacher. She had been smitten with this adorable little blond first year, so polite and mature, and who spoke flawless French. Then, in second year, it had been Mr. Auree from the English department, who would always forget to assign Sebastien actual TA duties because the two were too busy sparring about whatever book Auree was reading with his first years.

If Sebastien played his cards right, whatever teacher he would be assisting this year would prove to be the most useful yet. In his first and second years, he had needed Starpoli and Auree to get out of a few scrapes, or to write him off a few assignments for other classes. Auree had even looked the other way the three times he caught Sebastien sneaking back on campus with lipstick smudged across his jaw. In fact, he may have even winked.

If he wanted to have a good final year at Eddingborough, he needed a teacher on his side. Mr. Grayson was already under consideration for his official teacher of the year, but he was more under the impression that the young English teacher would be more fun to torture than to befriend. And so, his last option was this .. Mr. Borger.

He pushed open the door to his classroom, ambling over to the desk in an easy manner. It was hilarious, actually, how someone like Sebastien Lenoire could be so well-liked by teachers. It must've been the way he was always so .. clean. Classy and simple, with his uniform pressed just the right amount so he wasn't stiff, and his hair combed so the effect seemed effortless. Sebastien Lenoire had been trained in the art of first impressions.

A notebook was looped casually under his arm, one that was always meant to contain his to-do list, but always ended up filled with other things instead.

"Hello, sir," he said with a friendly smile, setting his notebook down on the desk when he reached it, and extending a hand. "I'm Sebastien Lenoire, your student assistant."

[Sarah]

Of the few things Anthony held pride in, it was his social gifts, and could only help they would help him now. No, nervous wasnt the word, but a bit antsy he'd admit. Little signs could be seen here and there. But, all the same, Anthony looked like the presentable Mr.Borger he had been all day, but ached to be out of this stuffy uniform, and slip into something more comfortable. He would manage for now, though.

Not even noticing as Seb entered, Anthony glanced up to see a boy, arm extended, standing before him. Anthony blinked for only a moment, before smiling back, adjusting his glasses just slightly, seeing as they were getting a bit too far down his nose. For that brief moment, he was reminded of his mother chiding him for looking that way. Made him look like a grumpy librarian, she had told him.

Only a moment had passed before Anthony rose himself, not much taller than Sebastien, and took the boy's hand, offering a warm smile back. For now, it would just be the easy going introductions. "Hello, Sebastien." He said, taking his hand back after a moment and taking a brief glance down at the notebook that was set carefully on the desk before looking back up to eyes of blue. Sebastien seemed responsible enough. "I'm Mr.Borger." If he hadnt caught that all ready by the name written on the board. "I hope you can help me get some things organized." He mused with a slight chuckle.

Yes, the third year seemed to pass visual standards quite easily. It wasnt a boy that looked irresponsible at least. Anthony of all people should have learned not to make judgements of people based on looks by now, though.

Maybe they'd hit it off after all.

[Anna]

Sebastien briefly wondered whether this year, he would actually be forced to do the work that being a TA called for. The last two years, he'd only had to deal with the tedius busy work for the first couple of weaks before his teacher's loosened their ties and got distracted by his 'innocent' conversation. He didn't know what it would be like with Mr. Borger -- he'd never TA'd for someone so hung before. Starpoli had been so fond of him, treating him like a son, and Auree had once said that Sebastien made him feel young again.

But what would he do with someone as young as Borger? Attempt to form a friendship? Well, as much of a friendship as Sebastien could care to form, and that was a completely social, shallow friendship. Sebastien didn't need anymore friends than Haley Badger. But he did on occasion enjoy the company of adults. As independent as he might claim to be, Sebastien liked the feeling of having a bond with those older than him. He'd always been able to chat it up with his teachers, with his friends' parents, with his parents' friends.

For now, Sebstien would play it nice. He would be the gentleman his parents brought him up to be, the one that could make small talk with just about anyone, and the one who could seem so engaged in another person that they felt like the only one on Sebastien's mind. He had to gauge his subject before he tried to milk him for what he needed.

He gave an easy laugh. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Borger. Organization is no problem," he assured. "As long as it's not my own stuff to organize. For some reason, I'm a complete perfectionist when it comes to everything except my own affairs. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it -- I'm basically here to do your bidding."

It had taken a great amount of self control not to say, "I'm basically your bitch," but he couldn't trust that statement to go over well. Last year, Auree had loved it, but he didn't want to press his luck.

"How did your first day of classes go?" he asked pleasantly. "Any horror stories?"

[Sarah]

Anthony wasnt even sure what would be instored for Sebastien to do for him. He hadnt had much time to think of it, after all. Just flew in this morning, and was told he'd be having a student swing by after classes to help him. The first couple days, they could vary. Probably grading some of the papers and quizzes the substitute had so graciously left him to grade. Having four hands, two minds and two answer keys would work wonders for that case.

It would take a bit of effort for Seb to really touch base with the Anthony under there. Even after hours, right now, he was in teacher mode. And, well, his standards with teaching were high. And, it wasnt like they faded ever. Anthony wasnt a person to curse, especially in front of people. Sure, he'd think occasionally and it would slip out, but not often. He had been taught otherwise, and could only hope that many others had as well. So, to put simply, if Seb was to use that charming phrase, it wouldnt have gone too well. A little 'hehe' would have been offered lightly, but wouldnt stay long. It would only be followed by a chiding 'I hope not, truly. And, Sebastien, please refrain from using that kind of language in my classroom.' with a gentle smile tied to the end.

Sheltered, that was probably a good word for the young teacher's personality. Not as severly sheltered as Ernest, maybe, but he did intend to be as 'spiritually open' as possible. Also meaning, he wasnt about to go against the Lord's law.

But, so far, Seb was proving to be very convincing. Starting to win him over slowly. "I'm normally better than this.." He murmured. "But, life has been pretty busy lately without house keeping." He said gently. No need to go into details at all. "But, I do believe it will be easier with extra help."

Yes, this was going out smoothly, so far. Hopefully it would stay that way. It was the most Anthony wanted right now. For something to be easy for once. After this he'd have to take his bags to his new sleeping place, with his room mate. That would be amusing, he was sure. Anthony seemed to lose a bit of his teacher-like attitude now that small talk started. "Well, the first day has been pretty fine." He said, nodding. Oh, except for the morning hours. "I've had my ups and downs, including a boy fainting." Even now, he just shrugged. He didnt really care to continue on that subject. How he freaked out, gave the boy mouth to mout and utterly freaked him out when his eyes opened. Or the fact that the boy fainted all because of a death of a slimy little fish.

[Anna]

Sebastien didn't have, and didn't plan on ever having, a plan of attack for his new teacher. If it was what he wanted, it wasn't hard for Seb to get others to like him. Especially teachers. And for now, that was all he needed out of Mr. Borger -- as long as the teacher liked him and trusted him, Sebastien would be able to twist that to his advantage whenever he needed it. Having a teacher on your side always came in handy.

"No need to explain," he said easily. "Everyone is always a little out of it on the first day. Besides, that's what I'm here for. To make things easier for you."

Sure, that much was true, but it was a two way street. Sebastien fully intended for Mr. Borger to make things easier for him in return. Sure, Seb would grade some papers, and keep his desk organized, and run copies in the library, and for this loyalty, he hoped he would be getting more than good karma.

He laughed at his story, holding back the urge to answer with one of his own. It was only earlier that his new roommate had nearly fainted in his room because Sebastien had locked him in the closet. If only Sebastien knew that he and his teacher were currently thinking about the same unfortunate first year. It would certainly be quite the conversation starter, but Sebastien knew his manners and wasn’t about to start gossiping with his new teacher.

“Sounds like an interesting first day,” he said, but sensed by the short explanation that Mr. Borger wouldn’t be disclosing any more details. “So, is there anything I can do for you today?”

[Sarah]

This year was truly going to be fun, wasnt it? So far, the day hadnt been truly too horrible, now that he really reflected upon it. Sure, the first year fainting had been a startling way to start of his first day, but hadnt been too terrible. He had some explaining to do know, but that would blow over eventually. Most things did. Other than that, the day had been pretty smooth.

Seb knew his way with first impressions it appeared. He was definitely starting to win over the Social Studies teacher. He seemed put together, polite and respectable. Then again, Anthony knew nothing of this boy. Didnt know of his and Haley Badger's 'Art Videos'. Didnt know of his Stall-side therapy sessions. There was a lot to embark on this guy.

Anthony nodded after a moment. Yes, yes, there was quite a bit the boy could do for him. Flipping through some papers, Anthony finally found the stack held together by a rubber band tied hastily in the middle. "With my delay, my substitute was ever so kind as to leave some tests and papers to grade." Anthony murmured. He slid the red pen out from behind his ear, and balanced it out on the out held papers before finding the the answer key and holding that out as well. "If you would be ever so kind as to do that for me." He said, smiling lightly.

It was going to be amazing how much Seb could get out of him later, if he was on Anthony's good side.

[Anna]

That was just the thing; Mr. Borger had no idea who he was dealing with. No idea who Sebastien actually was. Not that was exactly rare -- not many people did. Most people, Sebastien himself included, though he would never admit it, were unaware of exactly who the French blond was, what he was capable of, what he would do next, or how he felt. The last was something in particular that Sebastien lacked self awareness about. If you play the game too much, you forget about everything else.

At the same time, Sebastien didn't know who he was dealing with. Observation would only go so far -- each person was the center of his or her own world, a concept Sebastien was fascinated by. Each mind was constantly working, planning, thinking, musing. Each heart a center of its own web. Something, if looked at by someone else, that was extremely beautiful. To Sebastien, though, it was something useful, something to be analyzed and exploited and used without permission.

How much use he could drag out of Anthony Borger was completely variable at this point, no matter how good of a first impression he was currently making. This was only the beginning.

"Happily," he said, reaching out and grasping the offered stack. "Awful kind of the substitute, isn't it, to leave you with all this busy work?" He gave a playful smile before retreating and grabbing a desk of his own from the neatly lined rows. He dragged it to the left side of the Borger's desk, a nice comfortable distance. Close enough to chat, far enough to seem like he was minding his own business. Which he never was.

He lowered himself into the seat, with the polite and casual grace that his parents always reminded him to maintain. Enough to look like a gentleman, but not too much where it looked unnatural or stiff. Oh, the boy truly was his parent’s son. A natural socialite.

“Have you always wanted to be a teacher?” he asked innocently, uncapping his pen and looking over the first messily scratched paper. “I’ve been considering it, you know. Maybe English, or Psychology. But I don’t know if it would be for me.”

Oh, Sebastien dared the best bullshit radars to attempt to call him out. Sebastien Lenoire, a teacher? Hah, the thought made him laugh. But for all Mr. Borger knew, he was just a curious and bright young pupil, interested in the field. How beautiful. Maybe he should go into acting instead.

[Sarah]

As of today, Anthony was Eddingborough's 'Mystery Teacher'. No one knew anything about him, not even the falculty. That was the problem with being the new kid on the block. But, he did like the idea of being 'mysterious' when he rairly was ever. It was a perplexing concept for him. Perplexing, but also gratifying to him.

Anthony simpered as Sebastien easily took the stack of papers, becoming even more pleased when the boy pulled a desk near his own and started to grade obediently. It was a good thing Anthony wasnt very power-hungry, because to him, it looked like he really did have a functional assistant. Good, because Anthony wouldnt be able to put up a fight ever. He was just a person to work with what he had, even if that meant a pile of shit. He pulled out another stack of papers for himself to grade, seeing as there were plenty to go around.

Rectangular glasses were removed from his face now as he looked at the answers on the test, a red pen at the ready before marking an incorrect answer. He smiled a bit down to the paper at Seb's remark. "That's what I thought." He said easily. He and Seb seemed to think a lot alike. Now, Anthony shook his head slightly. "Not always." He answered easily. "I didnt want to be a teacher until my sophmoore year in highschool." He murmured, able to recall it fairly well. He smiled to himself. "Until then, I wanted to work with Apple Incorporated." He said with a nod.

"I love English." He murmured, squinting down at a paper. "Almost majored in it, before I changed my mind. His eyes parted with the paper to look at Seb, a small smile on his face. "You probably wont know right away if it is for you, or what is for you." He shrugged lightly. "But, you will before its too late." He smiled warmly. Things had a way of working themselves out.