Clio was all too happy to be back in front of a classroom. A Muse needed people who they could inspire, and the last few months she hadn't been doing that. She'd been too stressed out, and still mending from the attacks.
She was still a bit cracked, but knew this would help her too. And she could focus on her job for a few days, now her daughter was with Jacob and nothing dire was on the horizon.
The only thing she hadn't done during the summer vacation had been to look for a T.A., but it was something she'd been able to put off. Her department had plenty of good students, but she was looking for someone who would mesh well wit her personal style of teaching and most history students were either too rigid, or too loose.
When the girl walked in she smiled to her, "it's alright. Come on in and have a seat. I know how nerves work." She gave a softer smile and took the glasses off her nose.
She waited until the girl sat down, "okay. Few questions first. Say the first thing that comes into your head and know that there is no right or wrong. Wrath of the Titans was, on a scale of one to the sacking of Troy, how wrong?" She trailed off deliberately and watched the girl to see her reaction.