Office Hours, Thursday

[on_her_korhal]

It was always lovely, the start of a new semester. So much potential. So many kids running around. And some of them were looking to her for guidance now - one of them for sure, though who knew what the next few weeks were going to bring.

Kerrigan, as a result, was not in a particularly terrible mood that day. She was sipping coffee in her office (though mostly for show) as she went through readings on her computer. Not that she hadn't been running analysis through River back home as it was, but it was almost comforting. Really.

Office hours were open. Kerrigan was present. And almost pleasant.

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[pyromanyac.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan's good mood? Still freaking her out. That little of empathy she had was enough to let her know how the teacher was feeling -not exactly, but accurate enough- as she got closer to the office after her class. There was an edge of something she couldn't identify...and perhaps she would be better off without knowing.

"So, here I am", said as she leaned on the edge of the door.