Rafe used to be a scalleywag (redensign) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-11-13 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: heather thatcher, character: rafe farrowe, location: pegasus dorm |
Thread: We Meet Again
WHO: Rafe Farrowe & Heather Thatcher
WHEN: Nov. 13, afternoon
WHERE: Rafe's Office, Pegasus Dorms
Fridays always felt like the longest day of the week. Everyone said it was Mondays but Rafe felt Fridays fit better. Everyone waiting for the weekend to start and their minds a thousand miles away. A few times the previous week he had to bring the students back from tangents they'd carried him on. If he didn't cover the material, he had to delay the test. Rafe saw that tactic used too many times over his years as a teacher. It was funny how some still tried it. Like it wasn't the oldest trick in the book. The events of the previous weekend left him behind on grading that he wanted to finish for Monday. Now he had some homework to grade and it sat before him. Once he completed one paper, he placed it face down on the desk in a stack next to him. His desk was old. Preserved. Belonged to an old friend and he made sure he took good care of it. On the desktop he had a framed picture of Heather on the day they were married. Everyone thought he was still married and the wedding band he wore seemed to confirm that. But he wasn't. Not anymore. Heather's picture stayed there as well as the ring on principle. By law they were divorced but Rafe's sense of loyalty caused their break-up and also kept him holding on. But Heather, to his knowledge, was a long way away. Likely starting her life anew somewhere. He refused to imagine another man in the picture. He glanced at the picture a few times from where he worked. The room quiet save for some music playing softly. It was barely audible to anyone else, but Rafe's vampire hearing allowed him to hear it just fine. The knock on the door, however, was louder than the music and immediately drew his attention. Brow furrowed, he said loudly but simply, "Come in." Most of the students were ready to run into Camden or explore the newly rearranged woods or really, be anywhere except his office or near a professor. So he had no idea what to expect on the other side of that door. Whoever it was sounded alive. There was a heartbeat. A steady beat overpowered by the turning of the doorknob. |