graceful_doe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} graceful_doe) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} st_margarets,@ 2017-05-22 19:48:00 |
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Where: His office
When: Monday, after classes.
Warnings: none/will update when needed.
Open: No.
When Clara became fixated on solving a puzzle, she clung to it like a dog with a bone. No puzzle was more fascinating to her at the moment than a teacher's resemblance to a very old portrait that belonged to her mother. She had pestered her mother over the phone until she'd given in and sent Clara some family records from their attic. Clara had rifled through them immediately when they arrived and had focused on one very familiar name. Farrow. Only one letter off. It simply couldn't be a coincidence.
When her classes were done for the day, she brought the files her mother had sent with her and made her way to Mr. Farrowe's office. This wouldn't be the typical 'help me with my studies' or last minute exam prep visit that students made. But was anything typical at St. Margaret's? She knocked on the door and bounced up and down on her heels as she waited for a response, an old habit when she was excited or nervous.