An appointment

[ealhughes]

An appointment
Week Name/Date/Time: 'A Meeting of the Minds' / Sunday, 25nd, September / Around 7 P.M
Location: Prof. O'Dwyer's office
Open To: Prof. O'Dwyer, Bowen, Weston and any other professors O'Dwyer feels is necessary, and Esrielle, and Mason, should he be around and watching her back.
Currently Involving: Esrielle

Comments

[gil_weston]

Gil had been trying to relax since his conversation with Terr; he'd been somewhat intimidated by Genevieve, but now that he had a good frame of mind and knew where they stood -- or at least where they should stand -- he was easing up on himself.

He was leaning back, swiveling slowly in the chair he sat in, drinking his tea carefully. He did have to admit that Geneveive made a wonderful cup, and seemed to enjoy doing so.

As he finished it off, he offered a smile and leaned forward. He was never one to enjoy divinations, but he was slightly curious as to what she'd gather. "Mind reading?" he asked, handing it over with a smile.

[prof_odwyer]

Genie's brow quirked as he offered her his cup. She had been ever so slyly inspecting her own, seeing things that she always saw; worry, want, danger, other gloomy, forboding things. But hey, who could expect anything less from Genevieve O'Dwyer's cup of tea?

She set her own cup down and gingerly reached for his, bringing it up to her face to give it a good look. "The Grim," she said almost instantly, then glanced up at him with that teasing look of hers. Then, a smile cracked across her face, and she lowered her eyes once more.

This time, she actually concentrated, looking for those tell-tale signs and shapes that the Sight allowed her to notice. Her brow furrowed for a moment. Oh goodness, this was a good one! With absolute amusement in her eyes and her mouth opening with a most agreeable grin, she tipped the cup to let him see in as well.

"Merlin, mate, I didn't know you were on the market!"

The sight of the cup bore a very well-defined star, which anyone who was anyone would know meant 'hope', and right in the center, a shape

[mason_g]

Mason stood behind Esrielle as she knocked on Professor Odwyers door. She had asked him to come along, mainly for moral support, and he was here. He waited on tip toes for the teacher to come out. She was new, and he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting her yet.

[esrielle]

Esrielle hears Prof. O'Dwyer as she called out. Taking a deep breath she reached back for Mason's hand and squeezed it. Turning her head she looked into his eyes, eyes that make her smile even when she didn't feel like smiling.
"Thanks for coming Mason. Suddenly, I'm really scared. I wish she would hurry up. This waiting is driving me crazy."