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Conflict Management and Resolution: Mon Period 4 - Class # 14 - Apr 9

As the students came in they would find the usual spread of pastries and coffee, tea and other yummies. Wilson was leaning against the front of his desk, hugging a large stack of papers and wearing a slightly melancholy smile.

"Good morning, everyone. Today I'm going to finish handing back some papers I have from you guys and also a study packet I worked up to help you get ready for your final next week. The final will be held in the Danger Room and like your tests will be a practical application of what you've learned in class this semester."

Straightening, he moved through the class handing back work papers and as promised a packet full of copies of the notes he'd given in class over the past 13 class periods. When he was finished he went back to his desk and picked up his coffee.

"You have this class period to begin studying, you may work in groups ~~boggle at kidlets~~ or alone just realize I expect good scores out of you all on the finals. I wanted to let you all know that I've greatly enjoyed teaching this class this semester and it's been because of the wonderful participation from each and every one of you. Thank you guys and if I don't talk to you before then, have a wonderful summer."

[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ The OCDs are up! ~~to go up!~~]

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He's enjoying coffee this morning.

Pandora came running up to him and wrapped her arms around his legs.

"Uncle James!"

At least Wilson, who had the benefit of a prolific older brother, was somewhat used to the title, though normally he did not hear it called out here in Fandom.

Still he turned towards the small voice and smiled, particularly when there were small arms wrapped around his legs in a hug.

"Well, hello there," he said warmly, sinking slightly so that he could return the hug.

Pandora cuddled his legs happily. "Hi, Uncle James," she said as she attempted to climb up him.

Wilson chuckled and bent to help Pandora with the climbing attempt, settling her against his hip as he peered at her with a smile.

"I'm afraid you have the advantage of me in that I don't know your name?"

"Silly Uncle James." Pandora gave him a hearty kiss on the cheek and poked the tip of his nose. "It's me, Pandora! You an' Uncle 'Zir'phale come visit me an' Mommy an' Daddy alllllllllll the time. But then, Mommy and Daddy didn't know who I was either, when I came an' jumped on the bed with them and Uncle Cole who's s'posed to be dead."

Bah-link.

Okay, he could follow this...really he could. He and Phale came to visit all the time...Mommy and Daddy ... Uncle Cole who's supposed to be dead.

"By any chance are your Mommy and Daddy's names, Phoebe and Anders?" He asked wriggling his nose in response to the poking.

"Uncle James is being very silly I know," but there was more playful nose wiggling.

"Uh huh! You're very smart, Uncle James," Pandora said happily, and giggled at the nose wiggling. She leaned in and whispered, as if she was telling him some Big Important Secret that he Really Wasn't Supposed To Know, "Mommy's name is Phoebe Halliwell an' so my last name's Halliwell too 'cause I'm gonna be a witch just like her. And Daddy's first name is actually Samuel but he haaaaaaaaaaates it so everybody just calls him Anders, 'cept Aunt Parker who calls him Daisy and won't tell me why."

"That...doesn't surprise me," Wilson said with an amused smile.

"So, are you enjoying yourself here?"

He figured that for the time being, asking just how she had gotten here would probably result in either a confused shrug or something that would break his brain so for the moment, he was just going to boggle and enjoy someone calling him Uncle James and giving him lots of hugs.

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Maggie ran up and hugged Wilson around the legs. "Unca Jimmy!" she yelled happily. "Up! Up!"

Unca Jimmy was a bit different but requests for hugs drew an automatic response out of Wilson and he sank down and carefully scooped up the little girl who had just careened into his legs.

"Good morning, little one," he said warmly, returning hugs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Unca Jimmy. Oh! And Unca Phale said you would be very proud of me, 'cause he showed me his wings and I didn't touch them at all, I just held my hands like this," she clasped them carefully together to demonstrate, "and then I told him how I couldn't touch them unless he said okay and he said it was so I gently, gently put out one finger," again she demonstrated, "and touched them very gentle and they were bootiful and very very soft."

The kiss got a blush of joy out of the doctor and he returned a warm, affectionate squeeze.

"I...have a feeling you know me from somewhere else, dearling? And yes, Uncle Phale's wings are very soft and beautiful and it was wonderful that you were gentle with them."

It belatedly dawned on him that Phale must know who this little girl was or else he would never have unfurled his wings.

Maggie laughed delightedly. "Of course you knows me from somewheres! You're my Unca Jimmy! You knows my mommy and daddy!"

Oh but he was trying to rack his brain and come up with just who 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' might be but he was drawing a blank, despite the fact that he felt like he should recognize the little girl's features from somewhere.

"I'm sure I do but perhaps you could be extra special sweet to your Unca Jimmy and give him a hint as to who, Mommy and Daddy are?"

She reached out and patted the top of his head comfortingly. "'Sokay, Unca Jimmy, Unca Bwair an' Unca Phale an' everyone's 'membering wrong too. My Mommy is 'ana an' my Daddy is a Jim too!"

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Aiden wandered up to the unfamiliar figure that had been talking in the beginning. "Hi."

Turning his head and then looking down to the young boy, Wilson smiled warmly.

"Hello, there."

Aiden smiled brightly at him. He was tall. "You're my mommy's teacher!" Yes, he was a smart boy. "I'm Aiden." He introduced himself; it was rude if he didn't. "That's my mommy, over there." He pointed to where Tori was packing up her things.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aiden," Wilson said politely and he sank down to his knee to be on a more even level with the boy.

Looking over where Aiden pointed, Wilson looked a bit confused since he hadn't been aware that Tori had any children, she had never mentioned anything about it and the boy seemed of an age where Tori would have been very, very young to have...

Okay...stopping that train of thought at the next station.

"Are you here visiting with your mommy?"

"You too." Aiden beamed.

"I am!" He nodded, smiling. "She's younger here, though. But it's okay, 'cause she's still mommy."

"And that's what's important." Wilson agreed, giving Aiden a warm, beaming smile in return for the sunny joyfulness that seemed to radiate from the child.

"It is." Aiden admitted, with a smile and nod. "Mommy's the best mommy in the world. She's taking me shopping and then to the park." He was excited about that.

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"Look! It's a doctor!"

"I thought he was a teacher."

"I think he's both."

"Oooo."

It's possible that Leon and Walter have never seen either of those things.

Wilson eyed the two youngsters a bit dubiously but as they didn't seem to be addressing him directly, yet, he pretended not to hear their attempts to stick an identifying marker on him.

His lips might have twitched with amusement...just a bit though.

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