First time teacher

Effervescent Dreamer asked for a oneshot of Henry getting some teaching experience at Storybrooke elementary. He gets a case of the jitters and gets some help and advice from his favourite teacher.

"Ok, so the third graders are a lovely class, not really any troublemakers, just a few chatterboxes." Snow explained, not quite believing her little grandson was old enough to be a substitute teacher. "If you do need anything, send one of the most sensible children next door to me, I'll make sure to sort anyone out who's giving my boy grief." Snow assured him. Everyone knew who Henry was. Given his family history, as well as his status as the Author, Snow doubted any of the children would be foolish enough to cause him any trouble, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Uh, thanks Grandma." Henry said, his voice cracking. He found his mouth was incredibly dry, no matter how much water he drank. What if he made a fool of himself? What if he did something stupid and got into big trouble? Then he'd be blacklisted and his dreams of teaching literature would be over before they began. Snow smiled, sensing Henry's nerves. She reached out and squeezed his shoulder.

"You're going to be great with them." She assured him gently. "Trust me, I've been in this job long enough to spot potential when I see it. You'll have them eating out the palm of your hand by lunchtime. Just be yourself. If you try and put on a front they'll spot it a mile off. Do what you do best. Show them the passion you have for stories. They'll adore that. Once you get started you'll relax and the time will fly by. You're going to be superb." Snow promised him. She had every faith in her grandson, even if he was lacking in his own faith right now. Henry gave her a nervous smile.

"Thanks…right, I'd better get set up. See you at break?" Snow reached up and kissed his cheek. He might be a teacher here for the day, but he was still her grandson.

"Of course you will, sweetheart. I look forward to hearing how you're getting on. Good luck." Snow said, leaving him with an encouraging smile.

Snow would make an excuse to sneak out her room for a minute halfway through the morning session. She peeked her head around the third grader's door and a smile spread across her lips. There was Henry, the third graders sitting on the carpet looking up at him in awe as he read a story to them. Snow knew he had it in him.