Tara's office hours, Monday 10am-12pm.

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Tara is in her office, finalising the grades for her classes.

If you want to talk to her before your grade is posted, this is your last chance!

(And for any of the students who have still not replied to the last week of classes - I am still accepting slowplay until I wake tomorrow morning - evening FH time - and post the marks. There will be no class today - last week was it.)

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Tara's eyes flicker over to the door, double checking that it's closed and she can drop the teacher-mode for a few second.

Then she throws her arms around Jonathan, hugging him tightly for a brief moment before pulling away to bounce on her seat, clapping her hands delightedly. "Squeeeeee!" She feels as though her face would split open, her grin is so broad.

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Jonathan isn't surprised at the hug and as a result doesn't mind it all that much. He smiles at her reaction. He knew it would mean something to her that he was sharing it, he just didn't know it would mean this much.

"So I suppose I can put you down firmly in the corner of being in favor of this development?" he asks sarcastically

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"Firmly," Tara nods happily, oblivious to his sarcasm and thereby making it a sarchasm!.

"And for the record? I find it hard to believe that anyone would refuse you."

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Jonathan just laughs at that, blushing, "Of course not," he says, "I mean, who could resist? Thanks for letting me tell you in private by the way. I just don't feel comfortable talking about it in public, or even turning it in in public.

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"You're very welcome," Tara replies. "I feel so privileged that you told me. Truly."

It would be hard to doubt her, her joy unmistakable.