In the Teachers' Lounge...
Dame Drusilla looks up from grading a stack of English essays as Sir Gunthar's huge frame fills the doorway.
"Friggin' computer messed up the schedules again," the troll mutters, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I had two girls in the boys' class, and a couple of boys in the girls' class." With a sigh, he sits down; the chair creaks, but holds.
"Andromeda did tell you that the computer was finicky when it got a lot of use," Drusilla ventures.
The troll grunts in acknowledgement. "I think they'll be able to fix it, at least."
Drusilla nods, picking up her red pen again. Imagining Gunthar's reaction to the mixup, she can't suppress a small grin.
"Friggin' computer messed up the schedules again," the troll mutters, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I had two girls in the boys' class, and a couple of boys in the girls' class." With a sigh, he sits down; the chair creaks, but holds.
"Andromeda did tell you that the computer was finicky when it got a lot of use," Drusilla ventures.
The troll grunts in acknowledgement. "I think they'll be able to fix it, at least."
Drusilla nods, picking up her red pen again. Imagining Gunthar's reaction to the mixup, she can't suppress a small grin.