Office Hours, Wednesday

[on_her_korhal]

It was a whole big, beautiful new semester, wasn't it?

The intel she was gathering here was already proving to be very interesting indeed; but today, Kerrigan was busy with other things. Drafting up class plans with her hands, her mind was high up and away, poking through her own troop movements.

She was certain the entire galaxy was wondering what the hell had happened to the Zerg, pulling away at the moment they could have claimed total victory. They didn't fully comprehend what was going on, which was fine with her... For now.

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Emma's exceptionally mild tone was all Kerrigan needed to know she had the little mutant right where she wanted her. Her expression didn't change a bit. "It's acceptable," she said, lightly. "How else am I going to keep discipline in my class?" We both know how disgusting their heads get.

[icecoldfrost]

<< YOU don't have to live in the dorms. >>> Teenage. Boys. Everywhere. If it hadn't been for the week with the pollen giving her a kick, too, Emma quite possibly would have been scarred for life.

"You could try the old fashioned way," she mused. "Fear, detention, extra homework, and vague threats of punishing the whole class if anyone steps out of line, to make everyone loathe each other."

Private school had been so very educational.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

I lived in barracks, Kerrigan replied, with little sympathy, and left Emma with just the slightest of impressions of just how freaking desperate soldiers out in the field for months could be.

"I'll keep that under consideration," she said, dryly, "But I think letting you keep house will be a nice start."

For fostering paranoia, anyway.