The Return | Open [FINISHED]

New school year, new school year. New Vincent. Or rather slightly new Vincent. Rhianna Berkley and Nico Pippindori had cut him off from all alcohol during the end of last year. Meaning no more Mortelle Black, his absolute favorite drink. Wine infused with blood. Normally it was used as a delicacy among the hierarchy, but Vincent had previously become so co-dependent on the bottle. So much in fact that the demand was up which forced the Mortelle Estate to increase the price. Having it all readily available didn't help, but he was trying. Since June of last year, Vincent hadn't had a drop of the liquid life.

At least they couldn't take his herbs from him. As a seer, he needed them. Having learned to control the openness of his mind through mixtures and tinctures. Through incense and straight up smoking. It was definitely a step in the right direction. Nothing he burned would cause damage to his own lungs, nor the lungs of his students, and it was most definitely not marijuana. Vin had already been down the road of recreational drugs after the death of his wife and son's mother, he didn't want return to that life.

Vincent's feet began to grow cold and he looked down in confusion. Not entirely sure when the carpet of his classroom had turned to stone, and then he looked at his surroundings. Again the confusion swept across his face as he ran his fingers through his hair. Not entirely sure how he had ended up here, but shrugged instead, his feet carrying him the rest of the way down the hall. Pausing a moment as he noticed an open door. "Ms. Lacroix, you're not supposed to be in here." With that he paused, the smell that rolled of her skin catching his attention and he turned a moment. Again the confusion crept up on him and he took a step back, quickly rubbing his face. Maybe he had left his mind open for a little too long and everything was starting to come together finally. It was the only explanation.

"Wait.... Sorry. Sorry.... I... are you teaching here now? I must've missed the post when Kasch announced it. Common thing." Vincent bounced on his toes, feet bare as day, though they looked exceptionally clean.

There was no doubt in the world that Vincent had been spacey beyond belief. After dropping out of a vision it had always left him in a foggy state and he watched her carefully, blinking a moment or two before he bounced on his toes once more. Margot was a teacher and he definitely missed the bulletin, only to just have it proved to him. No longer an alcoholic mess like he was back when she was a student, no longer hitting the drugs hard and all that good stuff.

”Hell yeah! I’m teaching Muggle Studies. Super appropriate considering I basically live the no-maj life now that I’m done with Quidditch.”

It took him a moment to register her words. A bit slower in the uptake than he normally was and then he just laughs as she hugs him. If anything Vincent was always a hugger. What could he say, the man was just the touchy-feely type, but not in the creepy way. In fact he couldn't stand the creep types.

”It’s good to see you again! I heard Pippindorio is still here, too?!”

Parting his lips to speak, it took Vin another minute for the words she spoke to clear into his head space properly. A smile that reached his eyes as he hugged her back still. Hugs were good for the soul, they helped heal a lot of things, both physically and spiritually.

"Of course Nico is still teaching here, loopy as always which I wouldn't expect anything less. If I wasn't so interested in someone else, I may have already ended up in his pants. And Muggle Studies! That's fantastico! I'm sure you'll do well, though I have to say, the students now are much different than when you were here."

Vincent chuckled as she stepped away and punched him lightly in the shoulder. He knew who she was, that was a definite. There was no way he could forget her face or name, but there were bits and pieces that he was always going to be missing. Late nights, strong highs, black outs and hangovers. It was something that he would have to live with. Missing most of his sixteen year old son's life because of his own choices, but he was trying. Really trying.

"So do I get to call you Vinnie now?"

A grin still sat on his face. If anything Margot had been one of his favorite students. Her pranks never really hurt anyone, so he didn't really care as long as her work was completed.

"I mean, unless it gets you off calling me Professor Mortelle, but even I don't like being called that. So yea, Vinnie. Or Vin. Whatever you want really." He gives her a happy smile. "I'm glad that you're here though. We've been needing a Muggle Studies teacher that actually understands the gadgets and such. Sure all the kids have phones and computers and such now, but they're still curious."