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For Callum, the roof provided a sanctuary, a quick escape from the hustle and bustle of the student life. If it weren't for the fact it was only mid-day, he would have found himself in a more relaxing place, perhaps the yoga room or even the tea room. But with classes in session, Callum was forced to scope out a new hiding spot, somewhere he could be alone to breathe a little fresh air.

During his time as a student, he'd discovered the roof was popular for its removed yet spacious environment. He'd never been the kid to hang out here in groups, rather he was often that odd, silent child that sat on his own for reasons unknown to his peers. After everything that had happened in the past two years, Callum found that being alone and being lonely weren't the same thing anymore.

He enjoyed his time spent in solitude, gathering his thoughts and occasionally delving back into the past. It was different than the all too familiar feeling of being the only person in the world.

Pushing the door open, Callum made a quick scan of the roof to ensure there were no lingering students. Of course, a quick word would be enough to send most of them running off, but Callum wasn't here to play 'hallway monitor'. Closing the door behind him, the TA slipped out of his jacket, tossing it over his shoulder carefully.

He was just meandering further out onto the roof when he halted. It was that gut instinct that crept up on him, tapping his shoulder fervently like a sixth sense. Callum had learned in the last few years to always look over his shoulder, you never knew who might be behind you, and it was always best to check before it was too late.

Casting a glance over his shoulder, the teacher was surprised to find he wasn't alone. The student perched on the door-roof didn't seem all that threatening, but they'd surprised him nonetheless. "Shouldn't you be in class?" Callum asked bluntly, giving the student a hard stare.

[attr="class","sf_text"]Raising an eyebrow, Callum offered his watch a half-hearted glance. The last thing he wanted on his hour off was to escort some sick child to class, they were already twenty minutes late anyways, he didn't imagine any teacher would thank him for the interruption. "And the school nurse told you to come rest up here, did she?" There was definite sarcasm as he eyed the male student, neither phased or intimidated by the rather grumpy looks he was getting.

He was a teacher's aid, it wasn't his job to really be friends with the students, so it didn't really matter what they thought of him. Well... it mattered, but not if they were complaining about him doing his job. Rubbing the back of his neck, Callum offered a small sigh. "If you're going to skip class, couldn't you at least go to your dorm or...somewhere discreet? Resting in the sun isn't giong to do you much if you're not feeling well." It might give you a headache, or burn your eyes right out of your sockets.

Callum diverted his gaze, not quite used to this sort of 'kindness', if it could even be called that. He stuck to the rules, that was that. This was just a friendly....suggestion. The kid still had to go to class.

[attr="class","sf_text"]"If all you're suffering from is a minor headache- get back to class." His voice was void of sympathy, and Callum crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed at the boy's attitude. He might have excused a kid suffering from home-sickness, or even a student who general wasn't feel well to begin with. But this lippy student had gained none of his sympathy so far, and Callum found himself slipping back into his authoritative role.

"Getting out of the sun will help." He added, rather calmly as though the thought of the student disobeying him didn't bother him at all. It was the kid's choice in the end. But he would either be faced with Callum's penance stare, or an R.A monitor who may be less gracious about letting the kid skip class. "You should get some water when you have a chance."

Taking a step back so the kid had room to get down, Callum continued to gaze at them. In part, the man was trying to make eye contact, but he was also trying to recognize the face behind the dead-pan eyes. This student he definitely hadn't met, but there was an air of familiarity about them....they could have just had one of those faces.

[attr="class","sf_text"]"Because you're a part of this school, aren't you?" Students could be such brats. This academy, no, this entire place existed to teach them and to protect them from the other dangers out there. Was it so difficult to attend class in return? Didn't any of the kids realize how lucky they were?

His gaze narrowed dangerously, penance stare flaring to life. The last student to face his gaze had been mentally destroyed. Callum was still very careful around the girl, more so out of guilt than pity, but he was more careful not to use his gift against another student so readily, even if they were a brat.

"Show your teacher's some courtesy and show up for once." He wasn't sure where the 'for once' came from, perhaps the tedious repetition of having to give this same talk to students, over and over again. It was annoying. He almost wanted to go up there and drag the boy to class himself. Though Callum had probably harmed the student body enough for one week.