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Whatever works, I guess?
Sun Oct 22, 2017 10:16

That it wasn’t just the test sparking a near-breakdown was, Joe thought, a simple enough concept to grasp – it rarely was, he thought, ever really just one thing, even if one thing was the thing that set it off. The thing Raine said that he struggled to get his head around was the idea that someone his age could say they knew what they were going to do when they grew up so confidently. What one wanted to do, maybe – but knew? Even John couldn’t say that; he’d spent much of the summer fussing over whether to focus on one of his interests, major in more than one thing, or go to the considerable trouble of applying for permission to create a novel course of study.

Joe hadn’t even gotten that far. He had no clue where to even start. He was good at all his classes, in the sense that he didn’t have a difficult time learning just what was in the curriculum. He had considered teaching as a possible course of action, but had no consuming passion for any one topic, nothing original to say about anything. Applying to the foreign service or for a job with the goblins occurred to him on the basis of his interests, but there was something embarrassing about the very thought – it seemed too lurid and exotic for someone from his very ordinary background. Why it should be weirder than John…being John, or Julian becoming a feudal overlord, he didn’t know, but so it was – though of course, if nothing else occurred to him in a timely manner, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it. Quietly, so he needn’t tell anyone if it didn’t work out, but still….

However, none of this was likely to be very helpful to Raine, whose problems involved right now instead of some unfixed point in the future. He hesitated for a moment when she acknowledged that just leaving class might actually be a good idea, then had an idea and wrote on a corner of a page in his notebook Raine’s upset, so we’re going to step out for a minute – J. Umland, tore this off, folded it up into a vaguely winged shape, and sent it in Professor Xavier’s direction with a flick of his wand.

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” he said reassuringly. “Let’s just...yeah. Or would you rather I got your brother and went away?” he added as he removed the rest of the now-partial blank page from his notebook, Transfigured it into a handkerchief, and offered it to her.

  • “No. I mean, sort of…. But it’s not just the test,” Raine tried to explain. It wasn’t the test, or Joe or Professor Xavier or anyone or anything else’s fault that she was thick. “It’s me… I can’t do... more
    • Whatever works, I guess? - Joe, Sun Oct 22 10:16
      • I just need some way to unwind... - Raine, Sun Oct 22 11:57
        Raine watched Joe’s little note wing its way to the Professor. It was not met immediately with rage at their sheer presumption and the barring of the greenhouse door. Again, this was difficult to... more
        • Professor Xavier was a concern, but not a large one, really. The Head of Teppenpaw was mild-mannered - the sort of person Joe tended to assume would not strongly oppose anything remotely reasonable... more
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