Vice-Principal Jones' office hours [Friday]

[idontlooktired]

Harriet had made a phone call and left a message this morning, requesting a certain someone come and see her today.

While she waited, she worked on organising the move to the cabins. There was coffee brewing, and she'd actually stopped at the bakery on her way in, so there were raisin scones, enough that any visitor needn't go hungry.

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[wannabe_pan]

Andrew walked up to the open door and cleared his throat, looking terribly uncomfortable.

[idontlooktired]

"Come in, Mr Wells," Harriet said without looking up. "Have a seat."

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew did as he was told. "I'm here," he said. Obviously.

He began picking at arbitrary spot on the of his jeans.

[idontlooktired]

She looked up at that, considering him, and then she smiled, just a little bit. "I can see that," she said, not unkindly. "Would you like a cup of tea, or would you rather just get this over with as quickly as possible so you can escape?"