A fit of Fandom whimsy had locked Cindy in her bathroom all yesterday, so she was in her office today instead, nervously tidying up her desk
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"...Your job is so weird," Cindy said, after a moment of just blinking at him.
Then she offered him a smile and waved Henry inside. "I'm making plans to force my students to spend the the next class working retail or food service. So, good, if slightly evil."
"And I didn't even mention my aide was making a magical shield to keep the books from killing each other," Henry sighed as he stepped in. "Can I ask why you're doing that? Do you really hate children that much?"
"Of course she is," Cindy said, shaking her head but not in disbelief. "As for my students, I'm helping them learn the value of a dollar. This week, I gave them $500 dollars to play with. Next week, they're going to work their asses off for an hour for...what? $7.25 is minimum wage for Virginia? They'll look at what they bought and then what they earned and see which of their purchases an hours of their hard work could have bought them."
The answer to that, Cindy was betting, was 'nothing.'
A mystery? Ino was fairly sure she'd never been much of a mystery, at least in her own head.
Like she'd promised Max, she'd thought. And thought. And then thought some more. It was easy to do that when you didn't sleep very much at night, truly, and somewhere around three in the morning she'd figured that it wouldn't hurt, really, to go and poke at this person with her secrets that Max wanted her to talk to.
It was tempting to spy on this person, but Ino thought that could go badly considering some of the other teachers in the school, and so it was sometime in the afternoon that she knocked on the door.
Ino took a deep breath, reached up behind her neck and scritched Silly, who was hiding in her hair, and made certain she looked--okay. Well, as okay as someone who'd been sleeping as poorly as she'd been could.
But Ino was a good liar, when she wanted to be.
Satisfied that she looked okay--green sweater, blue jeans, long long blonde hair loose around her head in soft waves--she pushed the door open.
"Yes?" Cindy said, watching the girl closely as she entered. "Come in. I'm afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage. I don't have you name."
Light, cheerful conversation, in case this wasn't Max's student. But Cindy's eyes were trained on Ino, looking for signs of strain, of stress, and, yes, of not sleeping.
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Then she offered him a smile and waved Henry inside. "I'm making plans to force my students to spend the the next class working retail or food service. So, good, if slightly evil."
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The answer to that, Cindy was betting, was 'nothing.'
"See, Henry? I'm helping."
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Like she'd promised Max, she'd thought. And thought. And then thought some more. It was easy to do that when you didn't sleep very much at night, truly, and somewhere around three in the morning she'd figured that it wouldn't hurt, really, to go and poke at this person with her secrets that Max wanted her to talk to.
It was tempting to spy on this person, but Ino thought that could go badly considering some of the other teachers in the school, and so it was sometime in the afternoon that she knocked on the door.
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"Come in," Cindy said easily. "It's open."
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But Ino was a good liar, when she wanted to be.
Satisfied that she looked okay--green sweater, blue jeans, long long blonde hair loose around her head in soft waves--she pushed the door open.
"Ms. Perrault?"
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Light, cheerful conversation, in case this wasn't Max's student. But Cindy's eyes were trained on Ino, looking for signs of strain, of stress, and, yes, of not sleeping.
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