Naturally Pepper was worried about the students under her care; she didn't want any of them to feel uncomfortable at the school, or feel pressured by their parents to leave (or stay, for that matter), and she knew that the media fall-out since the field trip certainly wasn't helping anyone. However, at the same time, Pepper had no idea if she would be able to help in any way. Shove her in front of a pack of raving reporters and Pepper was in her element, but in front of a single teenage boy? That was a whole other story completely.
"Come in," she called, smoothly moving aside some of the homework she was marking, looking up to the door.
Declan creaked the door open and walked in. "Ugh, hi, Ms. Potts." He said, unsure of what to call her. Actually he was unsure about a lot of things, hence his visit.
He went over to the desk and sat down on the opposite end of the desk. He didn't really know where to start.
"Oh, Declan - hi there." Pepper immediately sat up a little straighter, more attentive.
"Sit down," she said, even as Declan did so, trying not to look too concerned. You know, not weirdly concerned, because she was concerned, he was a student under her care but - well, you know. "You said you wanted to talk, right?"
"Um, yeah. It's just I don't know about things right now. My dad has been calling me nonstop about the incident." Declan said. He was rather straightfaced while saying it. It was rather hard for him to be emotional.
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"Come in," she called, smoothly moving aside some of the homework she was marking, looking up to the door.
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He went over to the desk and sat down on the opposite end of the desk. He didn't really know where to start.
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"Sit down," she said, even as Declan did so, trying not to look too concerned. You know, not weirdly concerned, because she was concerned, he was a student under her care but - well, you know. "You said you wanted to talk, right?"
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