Last day of the actual school term, and Mitchell was... at work, for once. He was still coasting on feelings of goodwill thanks to Fleur and Bernie's faith - which was why there was music quietly playing in the background, and he was humming softly along.

It was a good day.

If it wasn't for the paperwork...

[[ open, though with some SP warning ( Read more... )

Mitchell was going to head home in the evening. It wasn't like he'd been spending the past few days in his house being pissed at George - that would be giving him too much credit. It was more a sort of unwillingness to go back and deal with it if the werewolf threw another fitBut he couldn't avoid the situation indefinitely ( Read more... )

Beyond the short blip in the afternoon where he spent some time overseeing ASS (and hoping to God Emmett and Gabrielle wouldn't make one out of themselves that time, usually futilly), Mitchell was in his office today. He had some coffee and a bag of biscuits he'd bought at Turtle & Canary that morning ( Read more... )

Doing this office hours on Wednesdays and Thursdays thing wasn't going to work, of that Mitchell was now certain. Having spent two days back home soothing Annie through the worst of her current condition, then having to spend another two hours in a Portalocity waiting room before getting to come here - drenched after an unfortunate layover in the ( Read more... )

Technically, his class was already over, but Mitchell intended to make use of his office regardless. You never knew who could show up unexpected, needing some help, or ( Read more... )

Had it not been for the ASS meeting tomorrow, Mitchell would've portalled back early today to catch George for a quick pint at their local (listening to the man rant about Americans during St. Patrick's Day would have been hilarious on several levels). But since he didn't have the opportunity, he'd settled for a phone call ( Read more... )

Mitchell spent most of the day on the phone with Portalocity. Sure, he had a house on Fandom, but he also didn't relish the idea of George and Annie stuck alone together in that place in Bristol.

Which meant he needed an arrangement, and he was going to have to spend an awful lot of time arguing to make it even remotely affordable. "What if I only ( Read more... )

The worst of Mitchell's twitches about last week were starting to wear off, but that didn't mean that he didn't still have a touch of the foul mood about him. In fact, he was on the phone with George right now.

Doing helpful things.

Like going off on him for his anal-retentive attention to dietary choices. "...We don't need pomegranates," he ( Read more... )

Mitchell had spent most of yesterday back in Baltimore watching bad TV and drinking worse beer, but the truth was he couldn't spend all of his time indoors feeling sorry for himself. Back to Fandom it was, and office hours besides, and maybe even redecorating his own flat here a bit ( Read more... )

Mitchell wasn't sulking, or hiding. Nothing so pedestrian as that ( Read more... )