Thread: Put It To Bed WHO: Jojo, Jack, Blake WHEN: Thursday afternoon, 4pm WHERE: Ms. Pearl's office
Josephine had seen quite enough. Blake Hartley and Jack Cavanaugh's contentious relationship was going to be a detriment to the students, and that was not something Josephine would let happen. They could both use a good rap on the knuckles, and Jojo entertained the thought of using a ruler on their backsides, too. Like old times, but that would be more to her benefit than theirs.
So, she had contrived a very basic ploy to get them in a room together to talk it out. Like adults. Josephine didn't know Blake very well, but she knew Jack. He could be like this. Generally speaking, that was one of the things she liked about him. He could give as good as he got and then some, bending to no one in a battle of will and wit. But this had gone too far and would start, if it hadn't already, to bleed into the lives of the students.
Josephine's office was bright and cheerful. She had the drapes open to let the natural light in and a thorough cleaning, fresh coat of paint, and new updated furniture had given the space a facelift. She was at her desk. It was a flat wide table, open underneath with no drawers and no cabinets. She kept her files in her own "pocket", which she opened now. The djinn's arm disappeared into an invisible slot in the wall and she scrunched her mouth as she dug around.
"Where is it...? I know I left it in here somewhere." Using both arms now, Josephine leaned in. "Ah!" Her upper torso seemed to vanish from sight briefly before she emerged with a dusty old bottle of cognac. Delighted, she blew the first layer of dust off and closed the pocket dimension with a flick of her index finger.
Three glasses, a silver tray, and an extra chair appeared next. Djinn magic was seemingly effortless, but it had been more than three hundred years of survival and mastery to make it look so easy for Jojo. She hummed cheerily as she arranged the glasses on the tray and placed the cleaned bottle beside them.
Just in time, the first knock came. Four o'clock sharp. She was pleased. The djinn bustled over to get the door herself, which was a simple enough task on its own, easily accomplished by her brand of magic, but Jojo did not always use her power frivolously.
Josephine's weekly hair appointment left her 'do in perfect big curls, twisted and tied in flawless plaits with a few playful curls framing her smiling face and sparkling eyes. Jojo's cat broach purred on her shoulder and the kitten print of her silk blouse flowed with her graceful movements. Josephine wore heels with her pants and her delightfully pear-shaped form made a silhouette similar to the design of her lamp, which rested peacefully on the shelf behind her desk.
"Blake Hartley, in the flesh!" Josephine's gaze devoured the rough dragonslayer from his silvering hair to his slight limp. Looking into his eyes could tell her enough about him, but she wanted to know more. The things he had seen, the places he'd gone and the violence he'd lived. It had all shaped him into being a teacher at this school. One must not judge a person solely on where they came from.
"My, you're quite the silvering fox, aren't you? Come in, please, have a seat."