Will looked at his new uniform in the mirror and reminded himself firmly that even mages needed to have a day job. Especially if they wanted to do things like eat, or go back to school so that their mothers would stop nagging them about actually doing something with their lives
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But he had a good excuse to stare, really. Even in New York, it wasn't every day that you saw the Fantasticar come in for a landing outside of a high school.
It went a long way towards explaining why he wasn't paying attention to what was happening immidiately around him, and thus why he got more or less run over by a member of the Fantastic Five.
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As it were the guy was already hitting the floor and Jake could practically hit himself over his carelessness and stupidity.
"Oh my god, are you ok?"
He offered out his hand to help the poor guy up.
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This was, he had to admit, not how he'd pictured meeting any of them.
Will made a show of dusting himself off to prove that he was fine, keeping from wincing as he moved. "No worries."
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"Come on... can't you do anything about this?" He waves a sheet of paper towards the secretary.
"Zane, you know the rules," the secretary replies. "That's one too many unexcused absences. You've got saturday detention."
"It's not fair, though," Zane replies. "I couldn't help it."
"Look, what were you doing? Why weren't you at school?"
Zane pauses. "Um..." A guilty look passes his face.
"That's what I thought," the secretary replies. "I'm sure Mr. Finch will be happy to see you on Saturday."
Zane sighs and hides his face in his palms as the door opens behind him.
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Of course, something would ping off his magical senses before he could get an ice pack.
Only an idiot would take a job at this school, knowing what had happened to the last janitor, and not have a few magical wards set up around themselves, set to detect anything out of the ordinary. So far he'd run across a minor hex in the girl's locker room, a couple of love potions in the staff lounge, and an honest to God Gremlin lurking in the shop class. He'd quietly and easily defused each of these little potential pit falls and gotten on with his job ( ... )
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What's up with the guy looking at him?
He glances between the secretary, who has turned her attention elsewhere, and the janitor.
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Please just let him sneak into class without asking any questions, Mr. Janitor. Please.
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And then there were the kids who were trying to sneak in late.
Oy vey.
At least this one didn't look visibly hung over or anything.
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Uh.
If he could remember where it was. Didn't Mr. Slattery's class have to move recently? Oh man, oh man. J.J. started looking around in a panic -- no way he was going to ask a teacher for help, they'd just accuse him of lying (which was not true) and skipping class again (which was, okay, pretty true) and give him detention (good times). Jeez, what to do? What to do? The lecture he'd get from gramps if he got detention again...
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"Looking for something?" he asked, a little tentatively .
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"Need directions?" he asked.
This came up to the seventh time he'd had to give someone directions this morning. So far, he'd sussed out that a lot of students had transfered in from the school that the Hulk and J2 had wrecked, so at least there was a reason.
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