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Honor stepped back from the wall, examining her handy work. The small office was fairly comfortable. An initial recon, however, found the walls a bit bare, and she took it upon herself to provide a bit of decoration. Not much -- this assignment was temporary, she kept telling herself -- but enough to make it feel more like her office.

"It looks perfect, My Lady," LaFollet intoned from the doorway.

She glanced back at him. "Thanks, Andrew," she said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nimitz nod his approval. But then, the last photo, the one she was hanging, was of him and his mate, Samantha. He was probably a little biased, she thought.

Mostly satisfied, Honor then turned toward the desk itself. Underneath Nimitz was a stack of books and notebooks she intended to use to prepare her lecture for Monday. "Okay, Stinker, time to do some real work. And for that -- " she paused encouraging him to take his place on the portable perch she had installed " -- you need to move."

Nimitz wasn't thrilled about the idea, but moved anyway. Honor could sense his mild discontent even as he climbed up and assumed a similar position. Still, he understood when there was work to be done.

"If that will be all, My Lady," Andrew began, "I'll take my post outside."

"That's fine, Andrew. And thanks."

LaFollet smiled. "Not a problem, My Lady. Just part of the service we offer."

Watching as Andrew disappeared around the edge of the doorframe, no doubt taking his post right outside her door. He was unarmed, as was required by the school, but still offered a layer of protection between her and anyone who tried to attack her; through their training sessions, he had become as adept in coupe de vitesse as he was with the blaster. She could only hope he would let any students in who needed to see her.

Honor shook her head with a sigh, then settled in to read and take notes.

[OOC: Available for office hours if needed, and feel free to handwave getting past LaFollet. He's just there to look official.]

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Honor looked up, her brow furrowed. She held the telephone receiver in one hand, a slip of paper in the other. While she was getting used to the telephone, she really did miss her visual communications systems. Her face brightened a bit, seeing another student.

"Mister Skywalker?" she asked, recalling the image from his file. This was another one LaFollet was a tad worried about. As with Mr. Bernadette, Honor preferred to wait and see.

Placing the receiver back onto the base, she gestured to the empty seat vacated previously by Pip. "Please, have a seat."

Anakin walked over to the offered chair, a slight limp marring his steps.

"Thank you," he said. "I've been away from class for a while. There was a necessity for me to go home suddenly for some, um, practical application of this coursework." He looked up. "I was wondering if there was any extra work I could do to get my grade up to an acceptable level again."

"I think something could be arranged." Honor pursed her lips. She was somewhat aware of Anakin's situation -- only so far as rumor and what little information Andrew could draw together. It didn't give her a good idea of what he was capable of; the careful consideration Nimitz was giving him piqued her interest as well.

Reaching into a drawer, she withdrew one of the blank invitations, one MacGuiness hadn't needed. On the back was her first "assignment" for the class. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/717403.html) "This is what we discussed during dinner on Monday," she said, handing it over, "among other things. I'd like to see your thoughts on the matter, written out in full...or as full as you can get in three pages. You can use whatever information you find, just please remember to check your sources and use your thoughs as the basis. I don't want to see what Clausewitz or Sun Tzu thought -- I read their works already.

"The rest, I'm afraid, will take me a day or two to pull together. See me after class on Monday?"

Anakin flipped the invitation over. "I'm assuming you mean 'force' in the traditional sense, and not in the 'universal energy that binds the universe together' sense, right?" he asked.

He sat up straight. "I'll have it for you by Monday."

Honor smiled. "By force, I mean military or other traditional types," she replied. "And I appreciate your making quick work of this. We'll see what we can do about the rest."

[OOC: FYI, leaving shortly to take care of some errands. If we're not done by then, we'll need to wrap thereafter.]

Anakin stood up. "Thank you for your understanding, Professor. I'll see you in class."

"See you then, Mister Skywalker."

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