http://brambless.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-11-07 08:57 pm
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Philosophy classroom: Monday office hours, 10am-2pm

Tara sits at her desk, ostensibly grading but scarcely able to focus on anything. The footsteps in the hall were driving her insane, so the door is closed, but a note sticky taped to the door reads "Open for Office Hours. Please knock."
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-11-07 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, so we have the magic users information club called "Mystic Knights" that meets on Thursday evenings?"

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-11-07 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now all we need are members," Tara grins. "Posters? Specific invites to people we know are magic users?"

She furrows her brow for a moment. "Maybe we could take things off campus, even. It's just... well, there's a number of townies who would be really helpful, if we could get them involved. Maybe a mentoring program?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-11-07 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Phoebe starts to say something, but then she freezes and goes very still for a moment. She gasps, like she's trying to breathe and her eyes are so wide that only her pupils are black.

"Tara...no..." she whimpers.

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-11-07 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay... not a mentoring program." Then, seeing Phoebe's eyes, Tara moves forward and puts an arm around her.

"What is it, Phoebe? What's wrong?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-11-07 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Phoebe is shaking and staring in front of her.

"No! Leave her alone, get away from her!"

Phoebe shuddered and then she seemed to come back from wherever she was.

"Tara...oh god, Tara..." she looks at her. "Please, please be careful?"

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-11-07 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Phoebe? Are you okay?" Tara grabs her bottle of water from the desk and hands it to Phoebe, smoothing back her hair.

"A vision?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-11-07 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Phoebe nods slowly, taking the water gratefully.

"I couldn't see everything clearly, but you were...somewhere that you didn't want to be." She drinks more water. "I'm not going to be nosy or demanding, but I just want you to please be careful?"

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-11-07 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will be, sweetie. I promise." Tara strokes Phoebe's back, more concerned about Phoebe for the moment than herself.
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