Prof. McKindy
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Sat Nov 4, 2017 11:03
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Marley stepped back and let the door swing shut, so that was one fewer thing that Aaron had to do. She was still bouncing, clearly invested in the situation, but at the very least she was giving poor Connor Farnon some space. And from the boy’s voice when he responded to Aaron’s question, he really needed that space. Aaron could relate. He wasn’t the sort of person to directly respond to questions about if he needed help either, particularly if there was a person around that was making the situation worse. And Aaron was pretty sure that despite Marley’s probably good intentions, she was definitely making the situation worse. This was confirmed when Marley actually tugged on his sleeve and started explaining what was going on, very quietly.

Oh Merlin.

Aaron McKindy had been teaching (on and off, admittedly) for most of his life at this point, and he had seen his fair share of teenagers’ relationships go wrong. Sometimes that had spilled over into class time, and he had been forced to say something to one or the other of them. However, when it spilled over into class time, it had historically been small things, like one person trying to curse the other one’s eyebrows off and claim it was a misfired spell. Aaron had never experienced students running out of his classroom and hiding in bathrooms before. Worse, Connor was one of his students, both in a teaching-the-class sense and in a Head-of-House sense. There was probably no getting around dealing with this one.

“Don’t worry Marley,” the Spellwork professor said in an attempt to be reassuring. Before he could continue, the second-year had started leaving, pretty rapidly. Marley was gone before Aaron thought to remind her to go back to class, please. He didn’t want stray students wandering around when they were supposed to be in class. Rey was friendly, but Aaron was pretty sure that it was part of his job to make sure students stayed put to some extent. He wasn’t exactly sure where bolting out of the classroom fell on that scale of responsibility, but Aaron also knew it was part of his job to make sure the students didn’t accidentally blow up the school or turn each other into chickens, which meant that he really ought to get back to the classroom sooner rather than later. That wasn’t going to happen if he tried to get into it with Connor, though.

“Hey Connor,” Aaron called through the door. “I’m going to go on back to the classroom, if you’re sure you’re okay.” A sniffle and a muffled “Okay” came through the door. That didn’t really sound like a student who was doing okay, but Aaron was pretty sure the best thing he could do for Connor was to leave him alone. Aaron had never been in quite the same situation himself, but he could absolutely relate to becoming overwhelmed by someone attempting to flirt with you. Despite being married (again) and a fair amount of couples’ counseling, physical affection and flirting was still something he struggled with. He could very well imagine that for a quiet thirteen year old, Marley’s idea of flirting might have been too much.

“I’ll go ahead and have Dade bring your stuff back to your room, okay?” Another muffled ‘okay’ through the door. Aaron sighed quietly. This seemed way beyond his area of expertise. This was into the realm of things-a-counselor-dealt-with and there were many, many reasons he was not one of those.

“Feel better, Connor!” Aaron called awkwardly through the door before turning and heading back to class. Goodness.

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It’s not godmodding I write both of these pineappling idiots

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