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“Let’s talk about climates today,” Juli said, leaning back in her chair. “The weather, if any of you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She was simplifying, yes. Not that she had a low opinion of some of her students’ intelligence or anything. But after last week, Juli wasn’t inclined to think highly of half her class.

“I’m used to, frankly--the climate I’m the most used to is one that’s entirely regulated and controlled--always the perfect temperature, never any need to complain about the heat or tug on an extra thick sweater. Of course, I’m well aware that most of you probably aren’t from the same situation. Can you see where this is going?”

She smiled slightly. “What are you used to then? What aren’t you used to? What do you like? What don’t you like? Discuss this at your will, and compare differences. What’s the most common climate between you all? The least common?”

Juli tapped her fingers thoughtfully. “You may all begin. Mr. Murdock, Miss Emmagan, and Mr. Next, I’d like to speak to you after the discussion about your absences last week.” Her voice had cooled slightly with the last sentence.

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"An occasion," she repeated mildly.

Several thousand thoughts flew through Jeff's brain. Possible excuses, lofty pleas, defensive statements... they welled up in his throat, crawled through his nerves and choked him thoroughly.

"With arses," he added, helpfully.

Juli eyed him for a long moment, wondering what she'd done to deserve both Mr. Murdock and Giselle in the same class at the same time.

"Is it going to happen again?" A moments pause as she considered the possible ways he could manage to answer that. "During the time when you should be in class." Better. She hoped.

One tentative hand went up for Jeff's hair, and he rubbed firmly. "I'd have to ask it," he said, finally. "Her. I'd have to ask her. Arses don't talk."

...

"I should hope not," she said, sounding faintly horrified. "And is she the one that makes all the decisions, then?"

"I think it's probably better for everyone, really," Jeff said, apologetically, and rubbed the back of his head harder.

"Inform Miss Wexler that I'd much appreciate it if it didn't happen again," Juli said crisply. "And complete an ~~entirely handwavy~~ essay for me on the proper way to spend time that is scheduled for class."

It was clear, in her opinion, that there was only one answer to that.

"Is that clear Mr. Murdock?"

He squinted his eyes shut.

Very very shut.

"...I'm sorry, mother."

...Juli made note to visit Caritas that night. She was going to need it.

"I'm not your mother," she said, even more crisply. "And you didn't answer my question."

Oh, she was using the tone. Oh god. He trembled a little in place, but he was suddenly grasped by this paralyzing fear and there was really only one response to that--

"...Yes, mother!"

He paused, tried to wrench one of his eyes open--

"...Professor Mizrahi."

She eyed him.

"Go," Juli said, "go and do... whatever else you've got to do. You're giving me a headache."

"Okay," Jeff said, meekly, and drooped off.

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