Dream's Office Hours, 3/22

[game_of_you]

The professor is in. He appears to be modifying a map that looks very old, and isn't written in a human alphabet.

[OOC: Heading home to deal with family stuff. On SP at least some of the time until 4, gone from then until 8 or 9, and then back with a vengeance.]

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[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth knocked on the door.

[[ooc: Just getting her in whilst I actually remember! Should hopefully be on later to continue with it]]

[game_of_you]

Dream rose from his chair and opened the door. "Miss Weir, hello. We are to begin Arabic today, are we not?"

[notcalledlizzie]

"Yes, sir," Elizabeth said with a smile.

[game_of_you]

"I suppose we should begin with the alphabet," Dream said, giving ELizabeth a handout. "Does this make sense?"

[notcalledlizzie]

"About as much sense as the Farsi alphabet made to me when I first saw it," Elizabeth grinned, looking down at the handout. She looked at it again, more seriously.

[game_of_you]

"It is logical, in its way," Dream said, almost apologetically, and then went on discussing Arabic spelling and pronunciation with Elizabeth for some handwavy because, ZOMG, do I not speak Arabic time. "But it is hard for English-speakers to learn."

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth nodded. "I'm sure. Just give me a few days to get the logic myself, and I'll be much happier."

She listened intently to him, noting down a few points.

[game_of_you]

"For next week, please research an Arabic poet, so that you will learn of the literature at the same time as the language," Dream said in conclusion.

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth nodded, scribbling the assignment down in her notebook. "Yes, sir," she said. "See you tomorrow."