Miss Errona (ladyszczyk) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-04-06 13:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | jesse, leecee |
Week Seven: Wednesday
Who: Jesse and Miss Errona
Where: Her office
When: 3:14PM
What: What do you think?
These days her door was closed more often than not during her office hours. It was unusual for her as she was usually very forthcoming with invitations to her office, but she'd found her personal work overpowering her professional work. Luckily, she was the type to be prepared ahead of time and, besides grading the final papers for her classes, she had finished her lesson plans.
Now she could devote more of her time to her true passion. It wasn't as if she couldn't do magic with the door open, but these were private moments for her, these latest stitches. The whitework had been laid down and now it was the grounding lines. Her eyes were only half-open, the lids fluttering as her mouth moved, mumbling while she stitched. The needle entered and looped, pulling, and she could feel it snap into place like a metal piece. It would be at least three hours more before she stopped, wiping sweat off of her forehead.
She was getting so much closer. Just a little more time. Pending her Uncle's death, and she doubted he had the power to stave that off much longer, she would be ready. Her cousins and their children were laughably no match for her, but she knew her display would have to be strong enough to cow them when she took the mantle of the family. Her grandmother's collection would once again be hers to peruse.
The knock at her door shook her out of her reverie. Frowning, she set the needle in the material and placed her hoop inside a basket which she pushed with her foot behind her desk. Straightening her blazer, she opened her door. Her first reacton was to frown; after all, she wasn't expecting him and she had better things to do. If it had been anyone except Anastasya she probably would never have bothered with the hex. Now this was causing her more time.
Of course, maybe she could turn this to her advantage. She smiled. "Ah think Ah can venture a guess at what you are here for." Leecee put a hand on his shoulder and led him in, shutting the door behind him. "Why don't you have a sit, honey." Someone had once told her that studies showed that female, southern voices were interpreted as being the least threatening to American males.
How lucky for her.