Kat had some obvious creative differences with some aspects of how the school was run, well, many aspects, or near all of them if you wanted to be difficult. She didn't see the use of attending classes, after all none could compare to the education she had already had. So in return for her appalling attendance she uncharacteristically didn't cause any trouble for the time.
However, even though she didn't believe in their instruction it didn't mean she had a natural hatred for all of the teachers. In fact there were a few who she got a long with; providing they were not devoutly heroic or undeservingly expectant of respect Kat had no problems with authority. This is why today she was making her way to a room without a class.
Walking in she was glad to see him sitting behind the desk, all trench coat and cigarette and arrogance. “Constantine, you’re not dead, what a pleasant surprise.”
“Don’t know why you’d be expecting me dead, you’re the one vanishing for years.” He drawled in his distinct scouse accent, though the smile toying his lips showed the feeling was obviously mutual.
“You've been chain smoking 30 cigarettes daily for gods know how long.”
“You have your vices, I have mine.” He held his hand out expectantly and with a small smile she pulled out a packet of Silk Cuts and threw them over to him. Pulling up a chair she sat down and stretched out her legs as he lit up.
“So, do tell all. I’m sure I must have missed something of interest in my absence. Oh, is there any foolish adolescents playing with the occult? I do enjoy terrifying their pathetic minds, in the name of stopping them of course.” And that very much set the tone of their conversation.