Office Hours; Office #29. Saturday [ 10/02 ].

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Well. This should be interesting

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Luke had no idea how to address some of Ben's teachers, and his son had not been all that helpful when it came to untangling it for him. "Master Angua?" he tried, poking his head into her office.

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"That's a new one," Angua admitted with a small amount of amusement. "Sergeant Angua, actually, or, since we're here, Angua will do just fine. Come on in, have a seat. I take it you're somehow affiliated with one of my students, Master....?"

Classic fill-in-the-blank trail off. Normally, Angua figured she'd be able to tell who this parent belonged to by smell, but, to be honest, half of all she could smell in that class was bloody vampires. They tended to overpower everything else.

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"Skywalker," Luke filled in, smiling as he sat down. "Luke Skywalker. Ben's my son."

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"Ah, yes," Angua smiled and could easily place his scent now. After all, sexual tension like the kind he had with that Wiggin boy was just enough to rise over the stench of bloodsucker. "I can see the resemblance now. He's a good student; very smart from what I can tell so far."

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Luke smiled proudly. "He gets that from his mother. I was a middling student at best. You teach tracking? That's an interesting choice in subject matter."

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"You have to admire the variety of curriculum here," Angua had to admit, "but it wasn't exactly my choice. It was just sort of assigned to me, but I've been enjoying it all the same."

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"What would your choice have been?" Luke asked.

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"Not teaching at all?" Angua offered, shrugging a shoulder without too much guilt. "I'm an officer of the law; I never expected teaching impressionable young minds would ever find its way into my niche, but I guess I am a woman of many different skins."

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Luke smiled. "I felt much the same way once," he admitted. "And now I've been a teacher for, well, far longer than I want to admit to."

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"Oh, well that bodes well for me, then," said Angua, shooting Skywalker a bit of a look, but it was tinged with a grin.

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"Or you can turn into a hermit," Luke suggested, grinning. "I've known a few teachers who chose that route too, often after teaching Skywalkers."

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"No offense meant to your son," Angua couldn't help smirking a bit, "but I think he's got a long way to go before driving me to hermitage. In his defense, though, I've been through a lot. In fact, I came here as a sort of hermitage."

But that was a long story that had no bearing whatsoever on anything else, so moving along...

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"Did you get an extremely edited brochure?" Luke asked. "Ben's stories don't make this place sound particularly restful."

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"I was here once for a convention," Angua explained. "It seemed like a nice place then. And, compared to what I'm used to, actually, it can be downright boring."

Life on the Disc was special, yes.

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"You get a lot of compliment-spewing unicorns at home?" Luke replied. "Ben found those especially entertaining."

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"You'd be surprised how many things spew compliments at you when you're a Watchman."

Or, well, when you were a Watchman that looked like Angua.

"No unicorns, though. I've never met one back home, but, I'm pretty sure that, if elves are anything to run off of, it's not compliments they'll give you, but more like a nice horn through your gut."