M was going over the file work Annette had managed for her so far, and packing up the few personal items she'd allowed herself to collect in her office. She was looking forward to getting back to MI6, but she also had to grudgingly admit that she'd miss these kids, just a little bit ( Read more... )

M absolutely was not thinking about there only being one more week of classes, and she absolutely was not already starting to miss her students just a tiny bit ( Read more... )

The end of the semester was creeping closer, and M found herself busy with preparing the final exam for her class and catching up on agency business. She'd already started taking up the reins again, and was in fact at that moment on her phone and busily typing at her laptop, discussing the activities of a suspected weapons dealer with her assistant ( Read more... )

M did not normally come up to the school on Mondays, but today she was making an exception. She had a student to meet with, and she wasn't very happy about it.

[ooc: For misshargrove and nadiathesaint.]

[ETA: The fact that Nadia and Annette came to see M is okay for broadcast, but the contents of their discussion is NFB.]

M was in her office, preparing the test for next week's class while talking on the phone to her assistant back in London. There were things she needed to be caught up on before she ended her sabbatical and returned to her "real" job.

She was also expecting a certain student who exhibited far too much enthusiasm about "spy stuff" for M's liking.

[ ( Read more... )

M was in her office, on the phone with MI6 and making plans for taking her mentoring students and TAs on a brief field trip. Someone was apparently raising a bit of a fuss over having high school students traipsing around the home office.

Someone was getting an earful.

The door, however, was also open for anyone who needed to stop in.

[ooc: Work ( Read more... )

As is usual on Thursday mornings, M was holding office hours while at the same time doing a rather thorough background check on her mentoring students. The files that were turning up on Kessler were particularly troublesome, although Parker had some curious details in her as well. So far Casablancas' file looked relatively normal, which of course ( Read more... )

The roses M received yesterday were sitting on her windowsill. It brightened the office considerably, and she wondered if she ought to get a plant ( Read more... )

M was busy at her laptop and on her phone, trying to track down any information on a criminal organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. and a mercenary who called himself 'Deadpool'.

She might have to enlist the TAs to help with this one.

Meanwhile, the door was open for visitors.

[ooc: M's office hours are during second and third periods. I have an ( Read more... )

Bits of information about some the activities her students were engaged in had been filtering down to M, and she was none to pleased to hear rumors that some of her class -- her TAs in particular -- were involved in what sounded like a fairly dangerous sort of investigation ( Read more... )