http://brambless.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-10-30 08:49 pm

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

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.

[identity profile] sfarrell.livejournal.com 2005-10-30 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"

[identity profile] sfarrell.livejournal.com 2005-10-30 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, her guardian, her friend, confidante." he shakes her hand lightly, like a politician would, "So, how is she doing here in class?"

[identity profile] sfarrell.livejournal.com 2005-10-30 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] sfarrell.livejournal.com 2005-10-30 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels no words come to his mouth at this, he's a politician it should be easy to think of something to say. After a long silence, he finally gets the courage enough to speak, "What..What did she tell you about the coma? Like, what did she see?" he's interested, this could be a break in how the Center does things.