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It had been a long time since Harriet Jones had woken up with someone. So long, in fact, that she couldn't actually remember the last time ( Read more... )

Quietly, calmly, Harriet made tea and used it to down two analgesics. As they took effect, she sat down at her desk, looking at the paperwork stacked neatly on it. Some of it was clawed, and she touched the class lists with one finger ( Read more... )

Harriet woke to pain. A dull throbbing in her back, in her neck, and a sharp ache in her heart.

It didn't matter. None of it mattered.

Kerrigan would be gone by now. She'd failed, hadn't been able to stop her, but she'd be damned if she would give in without a fight ( Read more... )

( This was Harriet Jones' home. Whether she shared it with anyone else was inconsequential, really... )

Harriet had crept in late last night, still a cougar - which, granted, had made the creeping easier - and curled up on the couch under a blanket ( Read more... )

A week's break for the students meant a week's hard work for the faculty. This was why Harriet was in her office, diligently going through her paperwork.

Though pawing through her paperwork would be a more accurate description ( Read more... )

It was, no matter how strange it seemed to Harriet, a date. Not that she was quite sure how it happened.

And given that it was a date (and she also wasn't sure when she'd last had one of those, now that she thought about it), and her current position in the school, going off the island had seemed the thing to do.

"Is there a reason it's the ( Read more... )

Harriet was sitting on the deck, drinking her tea and watching Mustang (the cat) hunt something brown and skittery.

Make that somethings brown and skittery, she mentally corrected, as several more of them landed on the deck, then scattered as Mustang pounced.

Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she realised what they looked like. Cockroaches. Only ( Read more... )

Harriet woke up slowly, as she usually did, and stretched uncomfortably. She felt like she'd fallen asleep in her chair. Not that it would be the first time, though usually she had her head on her desk and not on a pillo ( Read more... )