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[gil_weston]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Under Your Spell' / Thursday, September 22 / 8 p.m.
Location: Terr's office
Open To: Terr
Currently Involving: Gil

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[imthelobster]

Terr was sitting at her desk, correcting fourth year essays. She hated assigning essays, mostly because she hated having to correct them; so when she heard the knock at her door, she was entirely too happy to drop what she was doing and push it to the side.

Gil?

He didn't stop in very often at all. Most of the time, if she wanted to talk to the man, or if she knew that he needed to talk, she had to go searching him out.

"Come on in, Gil!" She grinned as she wandlessly unlocked the door, letting him in.

[gil_weston]

Gil entered, peeking around the door somewhat nervously as he enetered. He slipped inside with a greeting bow of the head before gently closing the door behind him. "Terr," he said softly, looking around for some sort of distraction.

Some sort of thing he could fixate on to take away from the embarassment of the situation.

"Ah... mind if I..." he drawled, stepping slowly around the office and admiring her bookshelves. "...talk to you for a bit?"

Yeah. That wasn't awkward.

[imthelobster]

The poor man looked very embarassed, something that she didn't often see on Gil Weston. As he looked through her bookshelves, she sat back , watching him. Crossing her arms lightly, she shrugged.

"As always, my ear is perked for you, dear."

She had absolutely no idea what he might want to talk about, besides perhaps the whole fiasco of Tuesday with Genevieve O'Dwyer.

Quite a nice woman, Genie. Amusing. Terr knew that she would have quite a bit of fun with her, and perhaps make some hell around the castle. Of course, she also knew that Genie had flustered Gil, so she assumed that was what the man had come to talk about.

"Ah, go ahead and sit," she added, waving a hand at the seat next to her desk.

[gil_weston]

"Yes," he replied quite quickly, sinking down into the nearest chair. "Right."

He took a deep breath, still avoiding her gaze, glancing about the room nervously. His knee rose and fell quickly as he fidgeted, and with a deep breath he finally looked to his colleague.

"L- lovely weather. Outside."

What the--? Of course 'outside'. Oh Merlin, he was a prime idiot, wasn't he? He sighed, shook his head, then decided to just blurt it out; like ripping off a bandaid as quickly as possible.

"What do you think of Genevieve?" he asked, suddenly rather still as he waited for her answer.