Sam walked into the faculty bathroom and stopped short when he saw Dean slumped over the side of the massive bath pool with his face resting on the stone and the rest of his body submerged in multicolored water. "Dean!" Sam shouted, preparing to dive into the water to save his brother.

Evidently such an action was not necessary however. "I'm up!" Dean slurred, sitting up in the bath. "Oh, man, don't shout it's too early. You might scare Lucy."

Sam looked down and, sure enough, the basilisk was swimming lazily through the water apparently quite happy. "Are you sure it's a good idea for her to be in the water?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, basilisks are primarily water serpents. If their scales don't get wet every so often they can get really dry and start cracking or falling off." Dean said, splashing water on his face. "So I figured I would bring her in here."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you become an expert on basilisks?"

"Since last night," Dean said tiredly. "Figured I would need to know at least something about my job here, so I stayed up all night reading up on magical creatures. Tell you what man that library has some really weird books. Pulled one of them out and it tried to eat my hand."

"It is a magical school," Sam reminded him. "Did you find your class schedule?"

"Yeah, I did," Dean nodded, "Any idea what you are going to do?"

"Well, unlike you I have it kind of easy," Sam shrugged. "Teach them a few defensive spells maybe."

"Can you actually do the spells?" Dean asked cryptically, pulling himself out of the bath.

"Dude," Sam said, shielding his eyes with his hand to avoid his brother's naked form. "Put some clothes on."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean grumbled as he wrapped himself in a towel. "But seriously dude, you should actually make sure you can do the magic before you walk into class. I'm about to head out and try to figure out something for my lesson."

"Yeah, I read up on some spells last night too," Sam nodded. "Since it's the first day I'll start easy and work my way up from there."

"Sounds good," Dean nodded. "Don't suppose you know where I can find some hay around here?"

"Hay?" Sam asked, frowning. "No. What for?"

Dean shook his head. "Never mind. Come on Lucy, time to go."

With a look of surprise and incredulity Sam watched as the basilisk slithered its way out of the pool and up to Dean where it climbed the man and wrapped herself around his shoulders. "Dude, that's actually kind of cool."

"Yeah, she's awesome isn't she?" Dean asked, stroking the serpent fondly. "Wish I could bring her to class but the Dumbledore guy sent me an owl with a note this morning telling me not to. Dude I've seen passive-aggressive post-it notes but using an owl is taking it to a whole different level."

"Actually they use owls as the primary way of them sending mail," Sam explained. "I have an hour to kill before my first class, I'm going to grab a shower before I go."

"Good luck, we can meet up later and see how things went with each other," Dean told him, turning to leave.

Sam waited for a beat, expecting something else to be said and shook his head when there was nothing. "That's it? No talking about how to get out of here, get back to our world?"

"Why would I?" Dean asked, shrugging. "Look man, as far as I can tell this Guide or whatever doesn't seem evil. And even if we did manage to get back, she even said she would just yank us right back. So why bother trying to screw this up? It's not like this is Gabriel being a dick or some djinn trying to eat our souls or whatever. So, no, I'm not gonna try to get out of here."

Sam raised his hands as though to ward off a blow. "Easy man, I wasn't judging. I was just asking. I totally agree with you."

Dean nodded, satisfied. "Alright, well I'm gonna go drop off Lucy and then head into the Forbidden Forest. Only about half an hour before class starts, I gotta go find them."

Leaving Sam to wonder just what it was that he had in mind, Dean made his way to his room and quickly changed into jeans and a flannel. He briefly thought about putting on a set of black robes but dismissed the idea. Wizarding world or not, he liked his flannels. He very carefully placed Lucy onto his bed and stroked her scales fondly. The owl Dumbledore had sent him had not yet left his room and was sleeping with its head tucked under its wing on top of Dean's desk. "Alright, I need to go to class," Dean told the basilisk. "You stay here and don't cause any trouble."

The serpent hissed in response as Dean left. Before stepping outside he paused and poked his head back in. "And don't eat the owl."

In a separate room, his signature trench coat lying on the bed in front of him, Castiel prepared for his own first day. Evidently the Guide had taken it upon herself to help prepare him for his first day as best she could. A massive assortment of books, objects, and other oddities that Castiel had seen around the bunker and in stores were strewn about his room. Like Dean he had spent a better part of the night preparing himself for his first day of classes. He had a good idea about what he was going to do for a first lesson, but putting it into action would be rather trying. He had tried to put on his trench coat several times now and each time that he was about to walk out the door it disappeared right off his back only to appear back on the bed. "I don't understand this place's magic," Castiel said, frustrated. Little did he know, during the night, Dean had snuck into his room to practice magic. Specifically a hex. The original hex had been intended to turn the coat invisible when worn but had unfortunately taken a turn. It should be noted here that Dean performed the spell correctly his wand simply decided it had a better idea. Eventually the former angel gave up and left the coat on the bed, electing to instead wear the black robes preferred by the people of this world.

A knock came at his door and a kindly looking older woman stepped inside, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about just barging in like this, didn't mean to interrupt you," she said, closing the door behind her. She looked around the room, impressed, and nodded. "Lovely little collection you have here. I don't suppose you have a spare deck of cards do you? The muggle variety, I have my own Exploding Snap set. I've been dying to get my hands on one for ages but people keep on offering me incomplete sets."

"I don't know," Castiel said honestly. "I am not sure of what I have in these boxes. There may very well be something dangerous in them, I have not yet looked."

"Dangerous?" the woman laughed. She paused when she saw how serious Castiel was and then lowered her voice. "Like what?"

"There are these little devices that muggles put in their ears that transmit music. If you play them too loud or are unaware of the volume when they begin to play you could cause yourself hearing damage and a very bad headache." Castiel told her gravely. "Hum-… Muggles are quite reckless when it comes to their health."

"Oh I quite agree," the woman said. "Some of the games they get up to are quite dangerous, especially when they don't have magic! I mean, can you imagine letting yourself be stranded in the middle of nowhere without a wand?"

Yes. Yes he could. However he understood that answering 'yes' to such a question was likely to cause the Guide to intervene as it would undoubtedly trigger a long string of questions. Better for a quick change of subject, much like Sam or Dean would do. "Who the hell are you?" Nailed it.

The woman appeared very taken aback by what he considered a very reasonable question and tone. "Oh, erm, forgive me. My name is Charity Burbage, I am also a Muggle Studies professor here, I thought that-."

Continuing his emulation of Dean and Sam, Castiel cut her off. "What are you doing in my room?"

"S-sorry, I should have sent an owl, I didn't mean to intrude please forgive me," she said, hurrying out of the room and slamming the door shut behind her.

Uncertain of why she chose to leave so quickly and in such a manner, Castiel made a mental note to speak to Dean or Sam about the exchange in the unlikely event he had done something wrong. He turned back to one of the boxes with the intent to begin searching through it to determine the contents. He had just leaned over when the door opened again.

"Making friends already I see," Crowley said loftily, already clothed in his signature jacket. "That woman was nearly in tears, what did you say to her? I must say I am impressed."

"Reducing her to crying was not my intention, I simply inquired as to why she was in my room," Castiel frowned. "Perhaps I should seek her out and clarify myself."

"Don't bother," Crowley advised, pulling his flask from within the folds of his coat and taking a drink. He made a disgusted face and spit out the contents onto Castiel's floor. "Oh, that is not at all acceptable."

"Did you really have to spit that all over my floor?" Castiel asked, annoyed. He glanced around for his wand and grabbed it from where it lied on his bed. He had seen one of the other teachers spill wine during the feast the night prior and wave their wand to clean it up. Attempting to copy the action, he gave his wand a wave.

The resulting explosion was heard throughout the hallway.