Room 512, Thursday Afternoon
All right. 'Twas the end of the semester, and Edward would not be signing up for further classes from here on in. But as he had no interest in leaving the island - at least not until he had something lined up in the modern world, if they returned to it - and he wanted to earn a rather grander wage, he was browsing the class list regardless. Surely one of these teachers would still need an assistant?
Professor Lecter had seemed agreeable when he attended the man's classes, though he knew precious little about music. Or... hm. Professor Parker? Did she have another class this semester? Whatever she came up with had to be perfect...
Aye, the summer would shape up to be just fine.
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Professor Lecter had seemed agreeable when he attended the man's classes, though he knew precious little about music. Or... hm. Professor Parker? Did she have another class this semester? Whatever she came up with had to be perfect...
Aye, the summer would shape up to be just fine.
[[ ed's last post on fandom for a while, though he has no idea. open! ]]