Aiden was reluctant to go to Boston for many reasons, the main one being that he did not want to run into his old classmates. Unfortunately, he was invited to a cousin's wedding and unfortunately.. he went. He went with his parents to the wedding, drank a bit, and even had a little bit of fun, but that was not the kind of fun he enjoyed. Oh no, when you have parents who don't expect much from you and other family members who treat you like you have leprosy. His family was a small and it didn't take long for them to realize that he was different. They didn't know exactly why, wizard, and they didn't care to know.
After the wedding party, Aiden got a taxi to a bar in Boston where he sat and drank all night. It was around 11pm and he was hitting on this skinny, short brunette girl. She was leaning with her back against the wall and he was leaning toward her, his hand on the wall behind her. He actually looked quite smashing in dress shirt and black pants, his yellow tie was being held onto by the girl he was hitting on.
The school needed a new herbology professor, and they needed one fast. The last one was a good professor, though very old, so he died that summer, not to the surprise of many, including Clara. He had been at Ilvermorny for ages, though all things must come to an end, so he died. It was a terrible loss, though she didn't have time to mourn. The school was without a professor of a vital class all wizarding schools needed to have and a class that Ilvermorny had had for centuries, so she needed to find a quick replacement. Luckily, she knew just the person, and wasn't going to waste a single moment to find them.
Her duties as a headmistress were broad, and one of them was knowing all the people of the school; the students, the former students, and the professors. This former student - Aiden Jones - she never knew personally, just passing him through the halls when she was an older student and head girl from time to time. She knew mainly that his expertise was in herbology, so she needed him. She could convince people, she could convince really well with her words or even bribery, so she would do what it took. Clara had a locating spell she knew ( and thank goodness for that ), so she knew just where to find him: in Boston. However, she didn't expect for him to be, well, drunk and in the middle of doing something with another girl.
Walking up to him and ignoring the other girl, she clearly called his names, "Aiden Jones. What the hell are you doing?"
It was almost like there was no one else around Aiden and the random brunette girl, he definitely knew how to make a girl feel that way, especially girls he could see himself spending the night...or rather a few hours with. He knew he had her when she grabbed a hold on his tie, so he decided to seal it with a kiss. Well, that's what he had planned to do before an unrecognizable voice called him out. He had barely touched her lips when he turned his head to see who could possibly have blocked him.
The girl looked a little familiar, but Aiden had no clue who she was. She was definitely a gorgeous woman, but not exactly his type. Was this someone he hooked up with in the past, or worse...someone from Ilvermorny? "Who the hell are you?" He asked her, looking at her in both annoyance and confusion, "and how do you know who I am?" The girl in front of him started getting restless, but stayed put. She had let go of his tie and put her hands in her pockets. He kept his arm next to her.
She rolled her eyes at Aiden, ignoring his question, "I'm here to offer you a job that I know you won't decline. I can tell you aren't exactly in a, er, professional situation unless this is what you do know, but this offer is one better than any others you could be able to get." She said, glaring at the girl, who seemed to be annoyed, and probably was getting even more so at Clara standing there. Did she think that the headmistress was there to see him too? She almost laughed at that thought, though stifled it, not wanting to seem strange.
"I'm Clara Rosewood, the headmistress at Ilvermorny," she said. If this girl was a no-maj, it didn't matter since she was probably too drunk to notice anything anyway. "And you're going to be the professor of herbology and head of Pudwudgie at Ilvermorny." It was more of a demand than an offer, but she didn't care. She had to get her point across, and if she did by force, then she did. "I know who you are since I have access to all the records of students and former students, obviously."
Aiden looked at the woman in front of him, completely dumbfounded as soon as Clara said that she was the headmistress at Ilvermorny. He stood up straight, facing her and put his hand over his, not quite, beard. The brunette next to him took this opportunity to walk away from them, not that he noticed. He was busy looking at this young, sassy woman who seemed to have made his mind up for him, and that was way to much for his drunken mind to handle. He opened his mouth to say something, but words didn't come out. Instead, he started walking back to the table he was sitting at earlier and sat down, taking a large gulp of the beer he had ordered.
Aiden looked up at Clara, once again trying to figure her out.. but he couldn't. His mind was racing but quiet at the same time. I knew I shouldn't have come back here, he thought. After taking another drink of his beer he set it down, put his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together then asked her, "....why?" That was all that could come out at that moment. He started to wonder why anyone would ever offer him a high paying job, let alone a teaching position. He was lucky to have even graduated at all considering the bad grades he had gotten. Except for Herbology. Herbology came extremely easy to him, that was for sure. He could name nearly any plant, not to mention use them to heal different ailments. That still didn't explain why him though.
Why. She couldn't believe why someone would ask why they were offered a job at the most prominent wizarding school in the country; one of the most in the world, really. So many wizards and witches wanted to be apart of the staff and be able to teach, yet few were actually given the chance. She was offering this job only because school started so soon and she was beyond desperate to get someone young and without commitments. Aiden seemed like the perfect choice, a simple solution. She expected for him to easily jump on board, though maybe it wasn't simple. He was probably drunk, anyway, so she didn't even care what he said. He was coming back to Ilvermorny with her, whether he wanted it or not.
"Don't ask me why," she snapped. "Be grateful for this position. I know teachers don't typically get paid much, but your pay here will be much better than at just about anywhere else. We know it's hard to deal with countless amounts of children everyday. You are going to accept this position, and we're going to leave and go to the school, since you still need to be trained and we don't have much time."
