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Cora’s standing inside of her (grandparents’) house, a hot cup of tea in hand as she thinks.
There are positions available-a math teacher, in particular. That’s what she’s always been, really. She’s gotten through teaching grammar to the boys and history and geography and reading-they’re all subjects she understands, at least enough to impart some knowledge on.
But math is is not merely something she understands, it is something that she knows like a friend dearer than any other. She loves the intricacies and the numbers and the way everything fits together all orderly and neat and beautiful (it’s something most people wouldn’t expect from a dreamy, romantic, disorganized wisp of a girl-a love of logic, and sense, to go with her myths and her picnics and her tea). She was first in her class all of her years at the Bridge School, after all.
For one year, before she came to care for her grandparents (gone now from this home, and to Beruna where they belong), she was their Junior Maths Instructor. There’s nothing tying her to Chipstede now that her grandparents don't need her anymore except the boys and their education, and Miles; once there’s a replacement for her, she will wish them all good-bye, instruct the teacher firmly to continue on with Miles’ lessons (though he’s nearly finished with them, he’s intelligent) and give the awkward teenager a hug before she heads back to her school (her home) in Beruna.
Wanted: Teaching Staff for the House of Arch Academy
Her thoughtful look turned to a frown. She wants to apply, she does. But once she’s gone from here, from her door in the schoolroom-who knows if she’ll ever find a way back to Milliways? She will not find a job when she knows she might soon enough leave it.
Cora finishes her tea and goes to lay her cup carefully in the basin.
If she sees this Lord Ostium or his Lady Door, however, she will ask, just to make certain that Edmund’s students are in good hands.
There are positions available-a math teacher, in particular. That’s what she’s always been, really. She’s gotten through teaching grammar to the boys and history and geography and reading-they’re all subjects she understands, at least enough to impart some knowledge on.
But math is is not merely something she understands, it is something that she knows like a friend dearer than any other. She loves the intricacies and the numbers and the way everything fits together all orderly and neat and beautiful (it’s something most people wouldn’t expect from a dreamy, romantic, disorganized wisp of a girl-a love of logic, and sense, to go with her myths and her picnics and her tea). She was first in her class all of her years at the Bridge School, after all.
For one year, before she came to care for her grandparents (gone now from this home, and to Beruna where they belong), she was their Junior Maths Instructor. There’s nothing tying her to Chipstede now that her grandparents don't need her anymore except the boys and their education, and Miles; once there’s a replacement for her, she will wish them all good-bye, instruct the teacher firmly to continue on with Miles’ lessons (though he’s nearly finished with them, he’s intelligent) and give the awkward teenager a hug before she heads back to her school (her home) in Beruna.
Wanted: Teaching Staff for the House of Arch Academy
Her thoughtful look turned to a frown. She wants to apply, she does. But once she’s gone from here, from her door in the schoolroom-who knows if she’ll ever find a way back to Milliways? She will not find a job when she knows she might soon enough leave it.
Cora finishes her tea and goes to lay her cup carefully in the basin.
If she sees this Lord Ostium or his Lady Door, however, she will ask, just to make certain that Edmund’s students are in good hands.