Philosophy Classroom, PW office hours, Sunday 1-4pm

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara Maclay is in her office (well, okay, at her desk in the classroom. Who needs a separate office?) should parents wish to speak to her this afternoon.

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[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Widow Twanky sweeps into the classroom. "Professor Maclay, I presume."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara stands, smiling politely. "You presume correctly. And you are...?"

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Twanky beams at Tara "I am the Widow Twanky, also known as Keen Holly Bramble across the far shores of the Indian Ocean, and simply charmed to make your acquaintance."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara's smile grows to match Twanky's own, her friendliness just too infectious. "Likewise, Mrs. Bramble. And which of my students do you belong to?"

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

"Call me Twanky, darling. I, as a part of the Thracian Women's Guild's War Orphan Resettlement and Education Program, am the sponsor of a delightful young lass named Callisto." Twanky frowns. "Of course, apart from a brief moment at check-in, I haven't actually been able to find the dear girl."

[sfarrell.livejournal.com]

Shawn waddled in between his six body guards, like an ant on a huge piece of food that they couldn't carry. They didn't even knock as they entered the poor womans room, they barged in like a thousand rhinos to line up against the back wall. "Sorry about that, the calavary is hungry." he grins, "Shawn Farrell."-- holding out a hand --"Tara..Maclay, right?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Right," Tara says, taking Shawn's hand with a nervous glance at the large men. "You're Maia's friend?"

[sfarrell.livejournal.com]

"Yes, her guardian, her friend, confidante." he shakes her hand lightly, like a politician would, "So, how is she doing here in class?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara shakes her head. "I'm afraid I can't really answer that, Mr. Farrell. Maia was unwell for the first two weeks of class, so I haven't really seen her much as a student. She's certainly open to self-examination, which is a trait I appreciate in my ethics students."

[sfarrell.livejournal.com]

He rubs the back of his neck, "Er, right, stupid question. I knew she was sick for a long while just not..that long. Her Mother Diana never mentioned two weeks worth.." he scrunches his brow, "Maia is a very special, don't you think Tara?" a small smile curls his lips.

[centre-sydney.livejournal.com]

An older gentleman knocked on the doorframe with his knuckles, one eyebrow raised in inquiry. "Professor Maclay? I'm Miss Parker's godfather, Sydney LaVert. Do you have a moment?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Of course, Mr. LaVert," Tara smiles. "I'm very pleased to meet you. Would you like to take a seat." She gestures to the large, comfortable armchairs that sit in a circle around the classroom.

[centre-sydney.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me." Sydney makes himself comfortable in a chair with a view, and studies Tara closely. "If I understand correctly, you teach Ethics? How would you say Miss Parker is doing in your class?"

Sam the Bodyguard stands outside the classroom door, his back to Tara and the classroom-- but definitely noticeable.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara bites her lip, trying to find an appropriate way to phrase her response. "Parker has a very strict moral code, and she articulates herself well, but she can be... reluctant to accept other people's views."

[ooc: repost because I am a doofus.]

[centre-sydney.livejournal.com]

Sydney smiles at this, clearly amused. "You mean she is stubborn, and argumentative, perhaps?" He cocks his head. "Is it a problem in class? Or is she allowing others to at least speak their minds?"

_{[ooc: I am a bigger doofus. *headdesk* Thankyou!]}

[trina-echolls.livejournal.com]

"And here we are in the Ethics and Philosophy classroom," Trina said, backing into the room and speaking to the camera. "Where we're going to meet one of Logan's teachers." Trina spins around and gives Tara a wide smile. "Are you Professor Maclay?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara's eyes widen, and she drops the pen in her hand to the floor, the clatter sounding unnaturally loud in her ears.

"Willow?" she whispers, turning white.

[trina-echolls.livejournal.com]

Trina keeps her smile pasted on. She pauses for a moment, waiting for the punchline. Then she spins back around to face the camera. "Logan is also studying Journalism," she says, walking back towards the door.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Don't go!" Tara blurts out, taking an inadvertent step forward. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. Yes, I'm Tara Maclay."

[thebrootsfamily.livejournal.com]

The brootsfamily walks in, Maria in particular looks interested in the classromm. Cam looks incredibly bored.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara stands to greet them, grinning when she sees the look on the boy's face, and fishing 20Q (http://www.iwantoneofthose.com/search.do?lid=more_info_20QPUZ&productCode=20QPUZ) out of her desk. "I'm Tara Maclay, Ethics and Philosophy," she says with a smile to Maria, wordlessly handing the game over to Cam.

[thebrootsfamily.livejournal.com]

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms Maclay," Maria says, holding her hand out, "I've been looking forward to meeting you all weekend. I'm Maria Broots, JC's mother. This is my husband Robert and our daughter Camilla."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara shakes Maria's hand, smiling warmly before repeating the action with Robert. "I'm very pleased to meet you. Would you like to take a seat?" She gestures to the large, comfortable arm chairs set in a circle around the room.

[thebrootsfamily.livejournal.com]

Cam gives one look at the little game and rolls her eyes. Figures at a freak school like this even the teachers are ultra freaks.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Cam is a girl? *facepalm* Sorry!]