The one thing about growing up in a time when this school wasn't built, you got to see it grow and it was something that Jun enjoyed about being deputy headmaster. Granted, this place was all about blood purity, unlike Salem. Jun had attended Salem during the time of the Second Wizarding War and his family had been very protective of himself and siblings. After the war, he finished his schooling and traveled here and there before he found out about this place being built. Jun jumped at the opportunity to teach here, but he found that the separation of students was disgusting, so he tried his best to treat everyone equally.

Walking out into the courtyard, he greeted a few of the students and then noticed one in particular. Bon Hwa Sang, a pureblood student whom was known for getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. Jun was one of those teachers that didn't allow the boy to get away with anything and would make sure he got punished when he deserved it. The boy needed to understand that the real world was not about hand-me-outs. The young man was listening to some music and Jun walked up quietly beside him until he was right behind him. "Shouldn't you be studying some transfiguration? Last I checked you were lacking." The man said to the boy, looking down at him from where he stood. The man didn't like ragging on his students, but sometimes, it had to be done to get them to do some work. The man was tired of children getting away with things, especially the pureblood students who always seemed to talk their way out of things with a little bit of their parents money.

The fact that the boy was just lazing about was rather annoying. Jun had gone to school in another country and this whole place was different from where he had attended school. Most the time, he found himself frustrated over happy to be here. When he managed to get a reaction from the young student, he stood there without changing his facial expression. The one thing that Jun did not like was slackers and Bon Hwa was one of those type of people, never taking his class seriously and one day he would be in the real world and wish he had.

“I’m just winding down a bit, lots of qudditch practice for a game coming up you know.” The fact that he tried to add in a little charm was something he had seen happen many of times with the pureblood students. "If you took your studies as seriously as your practices, you might actual do well in your classes, Mr. Sang... It's a shame that such a brilliant mind has a slacker for an owner." The one thing that Jun was known for was his bluntness and his lack of favoritism to any of his students, including purebloods. Some might consider him extremely disrespectful, but he was tired of pureblood professors giving extra credit due to blood status.

“After I was going to hop off to the library and get going on some studying.” The man did not return to the smile that was given, merely stood there unimpressed by the young man. "I would love to see that actual happen Mr. Sang, but unfortunately, if this was true like you tell the other professor, you might actually be making better grades. It's a true shame to see such talent being wasted on such a pointless game instead of studying for something you can use in the real world."

The man was not always a stick in the mud, but he was strict and he didn't like pureblood brats. The man had been known at Salem to be a very well liked man, had friends and still corresponded with those friends, but he spent too much time here. Even though he probably could have gotten a job at Salem, the man was here in his home country. Hawthorne had had many students of so many different personalities, but Jun was just a strict man when it came to teaching and the students he had to be a role-model for.

It was no surprise that the young man smiled at the words 'britlliant mind' and honestly, maybe Jun could use this to his own advantage. The pureblood was a known charmer and even though he barely made the grades, mostly so he could stay on the team, Jun knew he had it in him to make better then average. “Well the captain said I have a good chance of going pro if I keep up my practice, so I’ve been trying to fit some more in.” The man looked at him for a moment and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, I can't say if you lie about that or not, but I will say... Pro teams look more at just your skill young man, they also look at how you did in school." The man said to him as he stood there, remember when he had once played Quidditch and was a fairly decent player, but he didn't allow it to absorb his whole schedule. "Even so, you shouldn't allow that game to absorb your time. You have classes and barely skating buy isn't going to help you in the long run, Mr. Sang." The man said to the young student as he stood there. The man was the deputy head for some reason and right now that reason was to make sure the students didn't slack off and he was normally hard on some of the purebloods because they did that because they knew they would.

“Pointless game... Now Professor Han that is a little harsh don’t you think. It’s a good way to get out energy and channel energy.” The man's facial expression barely changed. "It is a game... Period... One day, you won't play it. You make it pro, you might play for about five to ten extra years, but one day, you'll be stuck doing nothing... What then? You gonna need a plan B then... What if you get injured and can't play? I saw that once on my team... Girl wanted to go Pro, that was all she wanted... Then she got injured and she had no plans... She is still trying to figure it out... Hopefully, that won't be you, but being a slacker, it won't help you in the long run." The man said to the young student as he stood there.

"My grades are actually pretty good, still.“ The man looked at the boy and let out a sigh. Apparently, this was pointless. If he didn't want to listen to a man who had been in school at one point, and a school that was probably better then this place, what was the point. The boy was a spoiled brat, it was easy to see and he was given everything and anything he wanted. “I’m not failing anything. And if what I know is right then as long as I’m not failing then there is no reason for the teams to turn me away.” The man looked at the boy and rubbed his temples slightly. "In my class, you have average grades... They will look at someone with Exceptional grades before they look at someone with average, but whatever... I don't know why I try and put in some thoughts into a spoiled brat like yourself..." The man said, shaking his head and he was tempted just to continue on with his class. If they man wanted to depend on his pureblood parents to do everything for him, the let him. One day, he wouldn't have them here to help him and he would realized he should have done better with himself then asking for his parents to do things for him.

“Sorry to hear about your friend. I hope she gets it together soon.” The man just looked at him with little expression on that. Mostly because he knew what was going on with her and knew she had to work a lot hard now then she did in school because she got by averagely and everyone who she works for now knew she was not a good student. “Well Professor what do you think I could do with all this magic you are teaching me?” The man smiled slightly and pulled out his hand, doing a quick simple spell. "Incendio." A small jet of flame came out of the tip and then it was gone. Lifting his wand again, he pointed it at a bush. "Augamenti." A stream of water came out and then it was gone. Lifting a rock, he pulled out a snail and pointed his wand. Tapping the wand on the snail, it changed into a teapot. Looking at the young man, he gave a rather pleasant expression. "Each of these spells, what do they have in common, Mr. Sang?"

The man was frustrated, but not enough to really do anything. The man just watched the lazy boy and the fact that he was too spoiled to realize that if he didn't watch himself, he would spend all of his parents money before he got a chance to enjoy life. The boy needed to learn to earn his own money and stop using the money of others. The man really should just give up on some of these children, they were spoiled, at least one/third of them were spoiled rotten. The man had been born to a half-blood family and that much, he didn't mind at all. The man had been forced to learn and work for himself. "I hate to say it, but I truly hope that one day you have nothing left and you are forced to see that smooching off the money your parents have was something only a pathetic person would do." The man really hated admitting that some children would have to be forced to see that thing could no longer be talked to. It would be experience that would cause this one young man to be brought down to the rocks... At least, Jun hoped it would.

“If you get through to me it will be one of your stories for the many other spoiled brats that you are likely to teach after me?” The man looked at the boy for a moment and shook his head. "As much as I would like to tell my students I was able to reach through to a brat, you wouldn't have the honor of being that story... No, I have other stories of more success then your own." The man commented. The man had more then enough stories from the first couple of years teaching here, it would take a large and greater story to have those changed in his mind or added to.

After he had preformed the quick and simple spells, he waited to see what the other would say, knowing it would very well be a smart ass answer like it most the time was from this boy. “Uh they are all first year spells?” The man shook his head for a moment and looked at the boy, who was drawing a slight attention because the man had just used magic and people were watching to see why. "These spells are all a form of transfiguration... Fire created from thin air, water created from thin air, and a Snell changed... There are many more common spells that are of transfiguration... If you do not do well in the class, then these can be easily messed up." The man said to the young man as he stood there, replacing his wand into his sleeve, he looked at the boy and then around the area that they stood.

The boy was smart... Smart enough to do exactly what he wanted to do and still not get into any major trouble. That was what frustrated Jun Han the most about the young man. He was too smart and he still managed to slack off and make average grades. It was starting to become his headache since most of the students ended up doing this very thing. It was why he wanted to go to Salem or Hogwarts and teach there. No one was ever favorites as much as this place. This place, it was all about blood purity... Salem and Hogwarts, it didn't matter as much as it use to matter.

"Oh sorry professor.” The professor doubted that it was a for real apologize, but that didn't matter. Jun explained for a moment and wondered what else the young man would say to him. "So are you telling me that I need tutoring or something Professor?” The man shook his head back and forth for a moment until he spoke again. “Or are there extra credit options? That way I can get my grade up.” The man looked at the boy. "Your grades are passing, but average... What I'm saying is you are smarter then average grades... You could do a hell of a lot more with your brain then average grades and I would prefer seeing that out of you then average answers..." The man said to the boy, looking at him to see if the boy would actually take the words and maybe make above average grades for the rest of the school year. It was doubtful, but you never knew.