he gets at least one half-decent kid this year.

guesses he won't get any at all...

looking at the sheet, debating in his head if he should sign up for an actual extra-curricular or not...

stares at him intently, willing him to write his name. He'd write it himself if he knew the kid's name.

like someone's watching him, glancing around in confusion. When he sees no one, he shrugs. Might as well scrawl his name out.

cheers loudly - he has a name! At last!

startles at the cheer out of no where, fumbling and dropping the pencil. What the hell..?

swoops up the pencil and grins at the boy. 'No going back now, Mr...' He checks the notice, 'Bonnefoy. You're my first little actor now!'

raises a brow, weirded out by this guy already. "Ah... am I going to regret this choice?" he wonders out loud.

shrugs, pushing the student away from the notice so he can't take his name off. 'Probably, but everyone makes mistake. Weird, never had_

a French kid before...'

hums. "How weird, the French are the masters of the arts," he boasts. "You should really just have a class full of us."

scoffs. 'And here was me thinking the French were masters at other things...' He grins. 'I don't think I could handle a class full of you.'

laughs. "Oh don't worry, we're also masters of that," he winks. "It would be the best class," he insists. Though a class full of Francis...

well not much would get done, that's for sure.

'Ach, the Irish certainly out-master you in certain things...' He then remembers he's talking to a student and awkwardly coughs. 'It would_

be an interesting class, I'll give ye that. Decent for a drama class.'

laughs at that, shrugging. "I don't aim to be the top at drinking and potatoes, I'll let you have that," he grins. "It would be fun," he

laughs.

frowns. 'Listen....I am, and always will be, the master of drinking. But as for the potatos....' He gives a menacing crack of his knuckles,_

'you mention that again, or leprechauns, then I'll give you a drama role that involves a whipping, lad.' He was touchy about potatoes...

arches a brow at that. "I don't think you're allowed to hit the students, teach," he replies, shrugging. "But if you say so."