im_thedoctor (im_thedoctor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-01-19 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | clara oswald, eleventh doctor |
Who: Troy and Clara
Where: John's place
When: 30 minutes post- This
What: Troy and Clara have some tea and discuss dreams.
Rating/Warnings: PG / None?
Status: Incomplete
Troy set the kettle on the stove, reaching out to slowly turn up the heat and warm up the water within; already with mugs set up on the counter next to him. Rubbing his hands together, he looked at both mugs, then turned to make his way back into the living area to wait for the inevitable whistle, and took his seat in the large, over-stuffed chair that had become a favorite of his. The television was off, instead the radio played some of Beethoven's 9th, as he hummed along. He wasn't much of a classical music guy, and rather enjoyed the popular music of his students, but when grading he did find it to be less distracting.
Sitting back in the chair then, Troy threw one leg over the other, and pulled the glasses he rarely wore in public over his eyes, then pulled the stack of papers over to his lap and began to read through them, idly clicking at his pen as he read, making a mark here or there with facial expressions changing from mild enjoyment, to ones of disgust, and back again to an impressed state. He did appreciate the breadth of intelligence his students showed on their writings, though some did leave a lot to be desired in their stale, flat descriptions. Sighing as he breathed, he took another mark down, listening both for whistle and arrival of Clara; whom he was rather excited to see, as they hadn't really seen each other since before he left for the U.S.
The papers could wait, too, so he wasn't too worried about taking time out of grading them. With MLK approaching, he had all of Monday as well to make his grades in before Tuesday. He made another mark on the first paper, circling a B-, before then setting it off to the side and moving to his next one, brow arching when he realized this paper was an... interesting one.