Who: Spencer Hastings and Ezra Fitz When: October 20th Where: UCI Campus What: Spencer is suspicious of Ezra after dreaming Rating/Warnings: Low/None Status: Complete
Ezra had just finished up his class. His students were all filtering out of the classroom, but one seemed to linger behind. And not just any student. Spencer Hastings. Of course he was curious about why she was still around. But knowing her it was probably just a question about the essay he had assigned. “Can I help you, Ms. Hastings?” he asked as he placed the last of his papers in his bag.
Spencer hung around after her English class. She had an essay to turn in on The Bad Seed, and wanted to make sure it was what he’d wanted for the assignment that she missed during the first week of classes. Thankfully, she felt like she hadn’t missed a lot. She was Spencer Hastings. She could catch up.
When he spoke to her, she drew the essay out of her bag and offered it to him. “I wanted to turn this in.”
“Thank you Ms. Hastings. I will get it back to you soon.” He had already graded and returned the rest of the classes’ papers. However, he was also in a better mood now so he wasn’t assigning quite as much reading or as many essays. He had less time to grade all that work anyway, but he would get Spencer’s back to her ASAP.
Spencer had noticed a drastic shift in her Professor’s attitude over the last few classes. And then she’d… well, she’d had her own drastic shift, too. Once she’d started having those insane dreams. The ones where she was back in high school with Hanna and a couple other friends. Where those strange text messages came into play.
“Thanks, Professor Fitz.” She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and shifted her weight. “You didn’t assign as much reading this week as last week.”
He was sure that at least some of his students had noticed the lightened workload. However, no one had commented on it. “Did you want me to assign more?” he questioned with an eyebrow raise and a smirk. He was kidding for the most part, but Spencer could very well want more work.
“I could handle it.” Spencer smirked a little in response, watching this man--the guy she knew from her dreams. He was a good teacher there. And this week he’d been a good teacher here, too. It was a drastic change from the week before. She wondered what made such a change.
“...did you teach high school, Mister Fitz?” Spencer asked.
Mister Fitz? No one from his college classes had ever called him that. But Spencer did call him that in the dreams. At least for awhile. Eventually she called him Ezra, but that wasn’t the point.
“Uh, yeah,” he replied still a bit taken aback by the whole Mister Fitz thing. “I used to substitute teach at different high schools in the area.”
Spencer nodded. It was possible, though it was highly unlikely, that she’d been in a class where he was called in to sub, and had simply forgotten about it. Spencer didn’t normally forget teachers. She knew every last one--down to the substitutes she’d only met for a day. How had this man infiltrated her dreams? Her Dreams? (Seems like people on Valarnet used a capital D when talking about the weird ones.)
“I bet you’re great with high school students,” she said, politely. Then she shifted her bag’s strap again. “I should be going. I’m meeting friends for lunch.”
“Thank you,” he wondered if one of those friends was Hanna. But that made no sense, considering they would have just left class together. Spencer probably had other friends that weren’t from Rosewood. She had to. None of his friends were from Rosewood afterall. “Have a good lunch.”