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Castiel, Care of Magical Creatures professor, and amateur herbologist, was getting ready for his first class after the Yule ball. He was prepared for his student's barrage of questions, and prepared for them refusing to learn until they got answers. He was working on how to ask them about Dean. He wanted to know more. So as the first students trickled in, he steeled himself against their curious glances and waited for them all to be seated. Anna sat down, front row as always, staring curiously at him before she raised her hand. "Yes Anna?" He asked. He'd prepared for this, he was ready.
"Did you enjoy the ball?" She asked. And so it began.
"I suppose it was bearable. You all know how much I loath large social gatherings." He said.
"Did you do a lot of dancing?" Another girl asked.
"Only one dance." He responded.
"Did you enjoy the dance?" A guy asked. Castiel leaned back on the front of his desk casually as they all leaned forward in their seats.
"I suppose." He said as nonchalantly as possible.
"Professor Dean was asking about you in Defense." One guy said.
"Oh?" Castiel asked. He had to admit, his interest was peaked.
"Yeah. No one's really having class today; everyone's just talking about the ball. He asked about you." Another guy said.
"What did he ask?" Castiel tried to remain calm.
"What anyone knows. General information." A girl said.
"And we realized." Another girl said.
"That no one knows anything about you really." Anna finished. His students, they were cunning.
"What do you want to know?" Castiel asked, now duller than when they had been talking about Dean.
"Tell us about your family." One boy said.
"What school did you go to?" A girl asked.
"Preference?" A guy asked not so subtly.
"I've never really had a preference. I've found neither men nor women attractive." He paused watching their faces fall into disappointment. "Until I met Dean." He finished. There was a flow of chatter that died down when he continued. "I went to Hogwarts." He said and added, figuring they would want to know, "hufflepuff." There was another flow of tittering. "My family..." He stopped. What to tell them? "I have a lot of siblings. Two of my oldest brothers, Lucifer and Michael were gone to fight in the wizarding war when I was born. Gabriel was in his last year at Hogwarts but he practically raised me. Raphael was in seventh and always picked on me. Zachariah was in sixth. Uriel was a year older than me but we never really got along. He was more connected with Raphael. Balthazar was two when I was born and he was my best friend for a long time when Gabriel disappeared." There was a gasp.
"What happened to him?" One girl interrupted.
"He ran away because our family was tearing itself apart. We were divided on the war and fought with one another. He couldn't take it anymore so he left." Castiel said. There was a ripple of tittering. "He sends me letters every once in a while, telling me what he's up to." Castiel said. This seemed to abate them for now. "Samandriel was in his first year of Hogwarts when I was born. Naomi and Metatron were already dead from the war." There were more titters. "And I don't know anything about Gadreel except he's one of my older brothers." Castiel finished. They were waiting for something. What else did a normal family include? Parents. "I never met my mother or my father." He said. There was another wave of titters.
"Never?" One girl asked sadly.
"Well father would send Gabriel money to buy us Christmas presents. He only ever talked to Gabriel Lucifer and Michael really." Castiel said. There were more titters.
"That's so sad." One girl said a she got up and hugged him. Soon the entire class was hugging him. He felt uncomfortable with all their hot sweaty hands on him but he allowed it. Soon enough they were all filtering back into their seats. He was glad this was a class of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Ravenclaws would be too uptight about learning and Slytherins would just be cruel.
"So..." He paused. How was he going to ask? His plan had gone up in smoke. "Dean was asking about me?" He asked. There were some giggles and the students nodded. "What do you guys think?" He asked. They looked confused.
"Think about what professor?" Anna piped.
"About him?" Castiel asked. There was another wave of titters.
"He's so cool!" One guy said. Other guys nodded in agreement.
"He's totally one of the coolest teachers." Another guy said before flushing. "After you of course." Castiel laughed and nodded.
"He's so dreamy." Some of the girls cooed.
"He's respectable." Deemed one student.
"I want to be just like him." One boy said.
"What do you guys know about him?" Castiel pressed. There were more giggles.
"He's basically raised his little brother." One girl said.
"Yeah cause his mum was killed not long after Sam was born." A guy named Garth offered.
"By a dark wizard." Another student added.
"So his dad became an Auror. Then he died on the job." Garth finished.
"He sounds..." Castiel paused looking for the right word. "Perfect." He finished. There were titters and giggles.
"Professor?" One boy asked, raising his hand to get his instructor's attention.
"Yes?" Castiel said looking directly at him.
"So does that make you gay?" He asked. Everyone turned to him angrily.
"You can't just ask him if he's gay." Someone hissed. He looked down apologetically.
"I-I don't know exactly. I don't really find people attractive in general. I suppose I was a-sexual until I met Dean." He responded thoughtfully. "And it's a perfectly fine question to ask me." He said catching the boy's eyes with a twinkle of amusement. The boy grinned. "But unfortunately class, it is time for you to get to lunch." He said. There were sad noises throughout them as they filed back towards the castle. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder so the strap nestled neatly across his chest and the hard books inside rested on his hip. He was debating on skipping lunch to go to the green house or sitting in the grass under the sun to eat. He decided to eat lunch so he found a nice leafy tree and sat under it, dropping his bag next to him as he pulled a sandwich out of it. He put his head back against the rough bark, looking up through the leaves. There was some sunlight filtering through their green foliage and it warmed his face delicately. He let a small smile cover his lips as he let the sun bathe his face in light and warmth. He heard a gasp and his head whipped down to find Dean staring at him.