Erin Sophia Flint (suddenmovement) wrote in thelodge_rpg, @ 2013-06-08 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | #april 2013, sophia flint, walter hughes |
Who: Sophia and Mr. Hughes
When: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Where: Classroom
Rating: Probably PG
Status: Complete
After her little, private lesson with Mal last night, Sophia felt confident that she had a few little tricks that she could show Mr. Hughes, not that she any particularly nice feelings about her math and species teacher just then, not with the way he's skirted around answering her question yesterday. It really didn't help that she still couldn't figure out how the hell he'd known. She kept coming back to his answer: magic. Was there some kind of magical imprint or signature or aura that he somehow had the ability to spot? Or maybe it was something else. Maybe they had surveillance in the rooms. Or maybe he'd done a spell to read minds (was that even possible?).
And now her theories were getting more and more outlandish the longer she dwelled on it. She needed to get going if she was going to make it down to class in time, but damn if she didn't want to make good on her threat to not show up. She knew that she wouldn't be able to do that, that there was so much she wanted to learn, that not showing up would just keep her further behind. So, she would bit the bullet and go to class, though she couldn't resist showing up just a little late. Not enough to really cut into their lesson time, but enough, she hoped, to get her point across.
With that thought in mind, she didn't leave her room until ten that morning, bag slung over her shoulder with a few supplies and the rubber duck she'd made last night, and slowly made her way down to the main level. She was just a few minutes late when she reached the classroom. Turning the knob, she opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her again and going to sit at a desk in the front. It was only once she was seated and looked around that she realized Mr. Hughes wasn't there, and she glanced around expectantly, wondering where he was. If he was just running late, which somehow seemed highly implausible, hopefully he would get there soon, but if not - if he'd decided that because she wasn't there on time and to cancel the lesson - she supposed waiting ten or so minutes without him showing up would tell her which it was.