|Saturday early afternoon, Prof. Bean's office
||[Sep. 7th, 2005|10:29 pm]
It hadn't taken long for the rumors of old to reach my ears. A few hours in the cafeteria, a coffee in the lobby and you'd be amazed to find out that this school was bustling with activity. Of all the wrong sort, I add to my thoughts as I move easily into Professor Bean's office, surprised to find it wasn't locked, though I imagine the staff had developed some measure of trust amongst each other.|
Fingers traced the edge of the man's desk, noting the pristine looking tabletop and perfectly organzied documents. His stapler, pens, paperweight. . .Everthing had its place. Emmaculate, would be a good word, but something rings obsessive compulsive. Some small bit of respect is given to that. I appreciated anyone who took good care of what was theirs.
Plopping myself down into the chair behind the desk, I take in everything around me. A stack of packets which I assumed to be lesson plans, a few homework assignments which had been graded. The name at the top of the list doesn't surprise me, but it does earn an amused little arch of my brow. Alex Band. Oh, I have heard tales of the two. Late night visits, all too friendly touches in the halls and by the fountain, there were rumors galore.
A smile plays at my lips as I continue my browsing, stopping to pick up an old looking hardback of The Screwtape Letters, thumbing through it as I wait patiently for Sean. I had high hopes for him coming in today. I've been itching to play the antagonist all week.