Tomorrow began another school day. Tonight, all students should be locked away into their dorms, either sleeping or studying. But there were always those few that strayed, those few that lingered, or snuck out, or sat in windows and smoked-- ahem. And Shaw was always in a mood to go out and catch them. She was even more in a mood these days, with giving up drinking, and the prospect of a little parasite growing in her uterus, and thoughts of marrying a Black? Well, she had a lot on a mind and a bit of stress to work out, and finding a student out of bed was always a good way to settle herself down.
So, she was on patrol tonight. Looking for that one special student (Hell, even a wayward, lost professor would do at this point..) to torment. Just a little.
With Bear at her side, the large dog never straying more than ten feet in any direction, Shaw very much resembled Filch and Mrs. Norris, roaming the halls looking for someone to get into trouble. Except, of course, she was a thirty year old woman, and Filch.. well, he had to be pushing about a thousand by now... and the Belgian Malinois was certainly no fluffy house cat. Still, the two had the same goal.