Professor Chaucer's Office Hours, Monday

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Chaucer is in his office until fifth period. Dr. House's dog is curled up asleep on the couch, so please don't sit on him. Geoff himself seems to be writing a letter, and occasionally staring out the window.

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She nodded and laughed, "oh yeah definitely worth it, your quite talented Geoff Chaucer, but then I knew that already. I'm sure you'll enjoy them yourself."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"I'll take your word for it then, milady," Geoff replies, laughing as well. "I hope you'll be sure to keep up with your own writing as well."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying, but well I definitely find painting easier, maybe one day I'll get lucky and a muse will descend, it just seems to be on a majorly long vacation right now." she tells him frowing.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Do what makes you happy, Paige. If it's painting, then by all means you should paint. Maybe the muse expresses herself better that way."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

"I like writing to through, I'm not so god with the poetry I guess fanfic on the other hand but yeah I guess have at least artistic bone in my body is better than none right?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Everyone has some talent for the must to work with. If she doesn't speak to your writing but the writing makes you happy, do it anyway. You never know, maybe she'll learn."

He grins, and gives Paige's hand a squeeze.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She laughs and returns the squeeze, trying her best not to think about what'll happen once he's gone.

"I can always hope right?" she said hopefully.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"You should never stop hoping, Lady Paige." Geoff gives her hand another reassuring squeeze. "Stop wishing, stop expecting, but never stop hoping."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

And she closes her eyes for just a moment as he calls her 'lady Paige' and she remembers, but she knows doing that is just going to make it worse. So she opens them again aware they're teary, but unable to do much about it.

And yet there's a smile as she looks up at him, "never stop hoping," she repeats and she knows he's right, cos hey she's witch, even when things seems bleakest she should in theory beable to do something to make it better, maybe not yet, but when she's older, more powerful and that thought really does make her happy, for a moment at least.

((there's a witch whimpering in my head, that's not good is it?))

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff returns the smile and nods. "You'll be just fine, Paige. You've always been a lot stronger than people want to give you credit for."


[ooc: Mm...noooo, probably not. *hugs*]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She swallows hard, but can't look him in eyes right now.

"Yeah I know, it's nice you believe that too though."

((*hugs back* she seems to have quietened down now, but I'm writing emo fic, so she may start up again *is evil*))

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Paige, the only person who has to believe it is you." He shrugs one shoulder and smiles. "But...I know, it is reassuring to know that others think well of you. Everyone needs that. So don't have any doubt, Paige, that I do believe you'll be just fine."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige is totally unsure that she'll be fine actually, she just hopes her sisters will be there to help her out (poor, poor empathic Phoebe)

But she nods, to show she believes it too, it's easier to lie without words isn't it? Especially to a poet.

"I-I should go, I have class soon and well I should probably go freshen up first." she tells him, cos she'd really rather tha whole of her language class not know she's spent the best of fifty minutes crying on and off.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff nods as well. "I'll talk to you later in the week. Thursday, I think." He nods again and takes a deep breath. "I think it'll be Thursday."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Luckily her back is turned to him so he can't see that yet again she's crying.

"O-okay," she says, her voice cracking as she walks away as steadily as she can, unfortunately all the wants to do it run to the girl's bathroom and lock herself in a stall, well she is a 16 year old girl!