Professor Mary Brooding
No matter what, you're always above the horizon line.
Mon Jan 7, 2019 09:30

Mary was a ball of feelings upon her return to Sonora. They were all good feelings, but her office almost seemed surreal now. Having spent the summer enjoying her new engaged life and meeting people and making plans and taking big gulps of the fresh air of happiness, Mary was more than happy to return to the simpler things of life as a professor. Of course, it helped that her lovely fiancee worked at Sonora as well.

With classes not yet officially begun, Mary was more relaxed in her office than she might normally have been. Of course, relaxed for Mary Brooding still meant a neat gown, today of a summery blue color. Her usual buttons up the front were exchanged for a lacy exterior over satin of the same color. The whole ensemble was still modest -- flowing sleeves that extended to her elbows, baring her forearms to her inky desk, and a high neck that swooped across her shoulders -- and was tied in the back with a wide ribbon. She was comfortable and enjoying a breeze from the open window. It still felt like summer.

When a knock sounded on the door, she couldn't stifle her excitement. Either it was someone she loved dearly, or it was someone she loved peripherally. There was no one else at Sonora. So when it was Dorian, someone she loved dearly, she was particularly excited. Summer had meant no contact, by simple virtue of their dynamic and roles, and it had irked her terribly. She felt confident he had felt the same when he practically attacked her with a hug as she stood up. He was taller now, and Mary was in her casual flat shoes making the difference more noticeable. Her heart welled up with mama bear tears at the thought.

"I missed you, too," she laughed gently, allowing the hug to continue longer than she might've usually. "It's so good to see you again," she added as he let go. Whether Ailuros was actually pathetic or just acting that way didn't matter much, as the little furball was going to get her way regardless. "You spoil her," Mary chuckled, watching the two engage. The quiet plural of the 'you' stood in her head, as she'd watched the little kneazle -- although Dorian was right, she was not so little now -- very neatly get Tabitha wrapped around her little paw as well.

"No, if I had my way I'd give her a shrinking potion and keep her small forever," Mary said, raising an eyebrow suggestively at Ailuros who grumbled a little at the idea. Mary laughed again. It was so easy to laugh around lovely people.

"We are quite well. I want to tell you some news because it was a lovely summer, and then I want to hear about yours," she said, smiling. Normally, she would've answered quickly and then turned the subject more quickly to Dorian, but she felt that he wouldn't mind a little self-centeredness for a moment. He was likely to be almost happier than she was about the whole thing.

From behind her desk, she withdrew a large garment box wrapped in a white ribbon. It was simple and perfect and probably going to be okay, right? Mary hadn't yet spoken with Deputy Headmistress Skies about any of this, as it would be moot if Dorian didn't agree first, but Tabitha was supportive and that was good enough for her.

"For you," she said, proffering the box. Inside was a simple red sherwani, an garment that looked a bit like a short men's dress robe if she was honest, but that would've been customary for her brother to wear at her wedding. Since Mary's own father was not Indian, it was unlikely he would've worn one himself, but Mary thought her mother would've appreciated the gesture and since she planned to dress in a way that reflected her family's heritage, she thought it was only right.

As Dorian opened the box, Mary offered a short explanation. "It's a sherwani," she said, explaining what she'd just reviewed in her head. "And it would be customary for a man to wear to a traditional Indian wedding." She let that sink in for a moment. "Such as my own wedding." Quiet again. She was more terrified to tell Dorian than she had been to meet Mrs. Hawthorne, and the woman's reputation for being terrifying far exceeded Dorian's. "Tabitha, Professor Hawthorne, and I are getting married. I wondered if you might walk me down the aisle?"

OOC -- Tabitha's author and I have only spoken briefly about the wedding, so I didn't want to comment on the color of the sherwani just yet. The wedding will be reflective of their multicultural experiences and friends though.

  • Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck on a ferris wheel Dorian Montoir, Mon Jan 7 08:07
    Summer had been… different. In some ways, it had been pretty good, although that was largely down to the fact he had spent so much time with his friends from Sonora. Tatya had come over, and been... more
    • No matter what, you're always above the horizon line. — Professor Mary Brooding, Mon Jan 7 09:30
      • One minute, I'm on top of the worldDorian Montoir, Mon Jan 7 21:11
        She was here. And she was pleased to see him too. And everything felt comforting and familiar and safe again. "You gave her the name of a god," he pointed out with a smile when Professor Brooding... more
        • And the next you're hugging it.Mary Brooding, Tue Jan 8 21:03
          Mary laughed, surprised by the reaction although she really shouldn't have been. "Oh, you're excited?" she laughed, bouncing and jostling with the hug and the umpiring and the hug and the shouting.... more
          • The next... Dorian, Wed Jan 9 06:49
            This time, Dorian had more of a chance to focus on the request Professor Brooding was making. Walk her down the aisle. He blinked in confusion, not really having heard that part the first time. He... more
            • I think you get to decide. Mary Brooding, Wed Jan 9 22:58
              OOC -- fine by me! XD. IC: Mary considered Dorian with a careful gaze. He was obviously excited, but she wasn't sure whether his reluctance to accept the proposition was due to his uncertainty that... more
              • The next, I'm at rock bottom.Dorian, Fri Jan 11 07:42
                You know that my family passed away when I was young? Honestly, the answer to that was no. He had not known that. He couldn’t remember ever really talking much with Professor Brooding about her... more
                • I had a pet rock once.Mary Brooding, Fri Jan 11 10:41
                  Mary grimaced at the realization she had perhaps field to mention her family members' deaths before. It was a morbid topic and not one she preferred to spring on people. Her grief ran deep but it had ... more
                  • Over and over, all day longDorian, Fri Jan 11 20:38
                    OOC - oops realised I never specified him sitting down and then suddenly he was. I pictured him more having taken a seat at some logical point, rather than collapsing to the floor in a miserable... more
                    • This too shall pass.Mary Brooding, Sun Jan 13 01:58
                      Mary considered quietly and carefully. She was loathe to frustrate or embarrass Dorian, but he was a rational boy and she doubted that comfort would help him any. She couldn't use Tabitha as a... more
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