Nathan Algren

Unaware of the invitations being sent out to students in the dorms, Nathan was on a similar mission, himself. There were enough new faces around the island these days that even after a semester spent teaching here, he still didn't know most of them, and the first week of classes had come and gone without any noteworthy trauma or loss of life.

And besides all that, thanks to Magnus, Nathan's house finally had furniture. That alone was worth celebrating.

So hand-written invitations in Nathan's tidy, precise scrawl were being handed out to any adult on the island who even so much as looked at the interior of a classroom. Because it was a big house, and why the hell not?

One Week Down, Six More To Go
Barring some manner of disaster, anyway.
Feel free to drop by for a small gathering of Fandom's Teachers to celebrate surviving week one.
Or to compare notes about the students.
Or to drink to forget whatever happened in your classroom this week. You might as well do it in understanding company.
Sunday Evening, May 14
29 Chimera Court

[OOC: I was just about to post this for a Saturday thing instead when Summer's went up. FINE, SUMMER, BEAT ME TO THE PARTY PUNCH. Open for reactions, or to catch Nathan as he's stuffing letters into mailboxes or whatever, if you like.]