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[You may want to cover your ears for this one, folks. Professor Constance Peixes is angry. She is very angry. She hasn't sent a Howler, but this might as well be one going out to the entire faculty and student body.]

I am absolutely appalled at the degree of inappropriate subject matter that our students are currently discussing in their journals. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, and particularly so for discussing it with incoming first-years. Mr. Makara and Mr. Kishitani, you both have a month's detention, beginning on the first day of fall term. Mr. Makara, for writing the entry in question, and Mr. Kishitani, for encouraging the discussion, particularly among the younger students.

What in Merlin's name were you thinking? This isn't a 'friendly discussion about biology', this was getting students to discuss matters of a highly personal and private nature! And at the ages of eleven, twelve, and thirteen!

AND MY DAUGHTER AMONG THOSE STUDENTS!

You continued arguing about it being perfectly all right to discuss touching oneself after some of the younger girls said they weren't comfortable with it! They were right to think that their mothers wouldn't want to see them in the middle of a discussion like that, because they don't!

To the rest of you: I highly recommend you think before you write a journal entry discussing a topic of a sexual nature, and frankly, I discourage you from doing so.

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I do, only I wouldn't exactly call it harrassing. Incredibly inapropriate, yes, but Eridan pandered to them. If you understand what I'm getting at.

If you wanted to talk about it in person you're

welcome to

visit

if you'd like, that is.

I have scotch.

[facepalming at himself, yep.]

...I'm taking you up on that. The girls' grandmother is keeping an eye on them for the night. Apparating over in five.

[She said she'd be there in five? Make that two. And she looks exhausted.]

How in the hell does anyone deal with teenagers?

I look forward to it.

[He barely manages to scrawl that before he's flitting about the lounge room, trying to tidy and hide the mess that's developed over the day. It's not terribly untidy, but Murdoc is very particular about having guests over when the house isn't perfect. He's also particular about his appearance, but there's very little he can do about that. He hasn't shaved for quite some time, so he's grown a bit of scruff on his face. He's not even dressed for company. He's simply wearing black pants, a black business shirt that's seen better days and he's barefoot, having abandoned his boots long ago.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Constance appears and he throws her a strained smile.]

I don't think I'm the one you should be askin' that.

[Better than she is. Her hair is down; it's been brushed that day, but it's been a couple of hours. She looks exhausted; her eyeliner has long since gotten smeared and she isn't wearing lipstick. For once, she's casually dressed: simple black stretchy pants and a tyrian purple fitted tee.

Her return smile is just as strained, and she all but falls into a chair.]

Did Eridan blame you for the whole thing? Decide that the whole school hates him?

[It's strange seeing her like this, but Murdoc can't help finding it endearing. She looks lovely with her hair down. He'd always had a soft spot for ladies with wild hair. Not that anybody needs to know that.

He leans on the arm of the chair and folds his arms over his chest, sighing.]

No, actually. I yelled at him until he was afraid to look at me. [And it hurts to say that for some reason.]

[She doesn't particularly care about how she looks at the moment. Too tired, too frazzled. Constance reaches up and rubs the space between her eyes.]

Is he all right? Between that and the way Sybille was tearing into him. I thought he was going to be in enough trouble from you that I didn't say a word.

I honestly don't know what the hell Sybille's thinking, letting Vriska get away with saying all that. I know the girl's injured and recovering in hospital, but...

[She sighs.]

And now I have two idiots I wish I could smack with a cluebat. I don't know if anyone can get it through their heads.

Plus Feferi has decided her life is absolutely over.

...I hate to be a bother, but do you mind pouring a couple of drinks, please?

[Murdoc ducks his head at that comment. He feels like a horrible father right now. He was too fucking scared to intervene when he saw Sybille speaking. She'd already crushed him once this summer, he did not need to hear it again.]

I..didn't see that. He is fine, I think. Hurt, but fine.

[He rubs his arms with his hands, as if he feels a chill in the air despite the warmth of the room. He's almost afraid to take a proper look at the woman behind him, because right now, he feels like the most worthless man on the earth.]

I'm sure she'll manage somehow. She seems fairly popular.

[A very forced chuckle.] I'll see what I can do. [Striiiiding over to his liquor cabinet now.]

[He looks as stressed as she does, if not more so. She's not used to being comforting, but she stands, walking over to Murdoc and putting a hand on his shoulder.]

He takes after you at that age, then. He's got people that will pull him out of it. Once Feferi decides that the universe is no longer out to get her, I'm sure she'll get on that. I'm glad they've got each other. And she'll be fine. No one's going to blame her.

[Constance follows, staying close.]

Is this ever supposed to get easier? Or are we just going to wind up drinking ourselves to death before they're out of the house?

[He really doesn't want to move away from that hand, so he's silently pleased when she follows after him. He smiles ever so slightly, knowing she's right. For the most part, anyway. He can't recall ever having been through this as a child.]

She'll be very good for him, I think. [And maybe you'll be good for me.]

As far as I know, they adore us for thirteen years, hate us for ten years and then slowly come to realise how stupid they've been an' ask us for money. [He snorts, pulling out two small glasses and pours them two very generous serves of scotch.]

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[That hand doesn't move. Instead, she slides it around his shoulders, leaning against him a little.]

I think so. I really do.

[She chuckles.]

Sounds about right. Only I don't think I ever hated my mother.

[She takes a glass with her free hand, raising it up and waiting to clink it with his.]

I'm no good with making up toasts...

[He inhales sharply, and tries to cover it with a quiet cough. He casts a quick glance over his shoulder at her, but he's quick to refocus on the wall infront of him.]

Funny. I loathed mine. Loved my Pa though, oddly enough.

[Stop talking, man. You talk so much shit. He smiles faintly as her glass clinks against his.]

Couldn't have put it better myself. [Taking the longest sip now.]

[She hums a note of recognition. She gets that, she does.

Her arm stays around him as their glasses clink together.]

Neither could I.

[She takes just as long a sip, then sets her glass down for a moment.]

Perhaps we should sit down for this?

[His smile widens a little, but he's trying not to be too optimistic. Really though. Alone in a room with a beautiful woman and scotch? His night certainly had taken a turn for the better.

Still, he feels as if he's walking on thin ice here. As if he's one dumb statement away from fucking this all up.]

Ah, of course! [He seems to almost squirm excitedly away from her, totally incapable of acting as cool as he thinks he is. He flourishes a free hand at the couch, waiting for her to take a seat.]

[Constance takes her glass with her, setting it down on a side table, then sitting down on the couch. She runs a hand back through her hair, but it doesn't do very much to tame it. Then, Constance lets out a long sigh, patting a spot a little closer to her than most would consider appropriate. She waits for him to take it, moving in closer still. He'll be able to tell by the way she carries herself that she's certainly relaxed, but she's far from drunk.]

I don't think we were nearly so bad when we were their age...but then again, we never really got the chance to get up to much, between my mum and your pa.

[She laughs a little.]

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we'd had more than just the one night...

[That would be a very strong hint.]

[He stares for a moment, trying not to raise a curious eyebrow before he says fuck it and sits closer than most would consider appropropriate, smiling warmly at her.]

I was a horrible child, I'm not even surprised by Eridan's behaviour sometimes.

[He sinks into the couch.] I invented that look he gives me..

[He stares ahead of him for a long moment before snapping his head around to stare at Constance with wide eyes.] P...Pardon?

['Most' being the key word there. It's rather perfect, in Constance's opinion, and she returns Murdoc's smile.]

I think I remember when you invented that look. But you weren't a completely horrible child. You were more morose than most, yes, but look at me. I was perpetually a child ready to leap into adulthood before her time. Then, when I get to adulthood and have to make a really serious decision for the first time?

[Constance turns, meeting Murdoc's eyes for a moment before turning away.] I make a bad decision and spend years regretting and running away from it, like a child hiding because they've done something that will upset their mother.

And I lose a lot more than I should because I made that one bad call. I almost picked up my quill and wrote to you a thousand times when I first found out I was pregnant, but what would happen then? You were already married. I couldn't tell you then.

My mother and grandmother arranged a marriage for me before I started to show, made up a story about how it all was. I was miserable for those two years, but I didn't write, no matter how many times I wanted to. I wasn't happy, but what right did that give me to break up what, for all I knew, had become something happy for you?

I didn't know your wife had passed away. If I had known, in any way, there would have been a letter with my condolences on your desk as fast as it could be there. This mess could have been sorted out.

[She pulls him close, putting her head on his shoulder.]

...you've got every right in the world to be angry at me and to kick me out the door. But I'm glad you haven't.

[He snorts, taking a sip of his drink.] That's just genetics, though.

[He stares into her eyes for that brief moment, feeling the tone of the conversation change between them. He nods for a bit, letting her get that off her chest with no interuptions. When she rests her head on his shoulder, he sighs and lets his head rest on hers, nuzzling a little into her hair and muttering.]

I thought you were tryin' to get rid of me.

[He clears his throat, trying to make his voice come back.] I didn't blame you, I never did. I'm just..happy you don't hate me. [He shrugs, because it really is as simple as that. Maybe their seperation was for the best. Actually, now that he thinks about it...]

If we hadn't went our seperate ways, I wouldn't have Eridan. So I suppose I've got you to thank for him, in a sense. [A light chuckle.] An' now I've got two beautiful girls to worry about too..

No. I wasn't. If I had been trying to get rid of you, Murdoc, I wouldn't have wanted to meet with you so soon after arriving. I wouldn't have wanted to keep up the contact.

I never hated you. Life just happened to separate us for a while.

And some good things happened along the way. Eridan, Feferi, and Meenah happened.

[She leans up just long enough to sip at her drink, then settles back.]

You know I'm not just here about the children, though, right?

I didn't know that. [He shrugs a little, trying not to jostle her too much.]

I assumed that if you wanted to contact me you would. [There's a long pause.] I tried to write to you, but it didn't seem write an' I could never write anythin' without it soundin' vapid or stupid. [He grunts at that, sounded pretty vapid and stupid.]

...You aren't? [He raises an eyebrow down at her.] Was there somethin' else you wanted to say?

You know now, and that's the important thing.

[There's just as long a pause on her end.]

I think we were both in something of the same situation, then. With a whole lot of workaholic tendencies, at least on my part.

[There's a longer pause this time, and she mumbles something unintelligible at first.]

I...there's no way to say it, other than just coming out with it, I suppose. I wasn't sure what I would feel at first, coming back here. Seeing you, seeing everyone. It's been interesting, but with you...

...I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't attracted to you. Not just as a friend or a colleague, but romantically. I don't want to push anything, but it wouldn't be fair to feel this way and not tell you.

I do. An' I'm glad to know. Very glad. [He smiles faintly, feeling the gravity of the situation and placing his glass down.]

You have no idea how long I wanted you to say that. All through school. [He laughs softly at himself.] I had such a terribly awkward crush on both a you. [You and Sybille.]

I've waited so long. You're goin' to have to excuse me if I'm a little.. unsure. Did you always feel this way? Or has absence made the heart grow fonder?

[Constance is quiet for a long moment, but there's a faint smile on her face.]

Both? If that makes sense at all. I fancied you, but never said anything back in school. I was too wrapped up in my particular brand of teenage stupidity. And you and Sybille were always a thing, it seemed like. There was all of that.

Then years passed, there was that night, and I - once again - ran away from things rather than face them. I suppose the rest of it's history.

I know that it's been years, and I know it's not fair to keep dropping bombshells on you. I've come in like a sudden storm and stirred everything up. But life's too short to continually keep my head buried in work and ignore what's really important.

I suppose it does.

[He fidgets at the mention of Sybille.] I suppose it was. Or it is. I'm not sure of anythin' anymore.

You're both just..[Beautiful, amazing, good for me in your own ways.] an' I'm..[An idiot.] I wouldn't want to lead either a you on when I don't know what it is I want.

[He runs a hand through his hair, knowing he's saying the exact opposite of what he feels. Is it wrong to want two people at once? Maybe not. It certainly would be wrong to make a choice when he doesn't know. And of course, there's his priority sitting up stairs in his room.]

I shouldn't be gettin' into anythin', not with Eridan around. [He buries his face in his hands, hunching over.] Why does bein' a parent have to be so hard? I haven't even had sex in ten years, let alone...[Grunt.] Pretend I didn't say that.

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It always seemed like there was -

[And there's the word 'is', and she goes quiet, turning away.]

- is?

[Constance sighs, while asking herself a question: What were you expecting? You can't just expect to waltz in here saying that and have it not be complicated.]

I - I didn't realize.

[She takes a moment to down the rest of her glass.

...and I probably shouldn't be getting into anything myself, with the girls. Between them, settling in, semester starting...I've gone and made this a mess. I'm sorry, I didn't...

Longer than that here. Between work and everything else going on.]

It's. Complicated. An' I wouldn't apologise, because I highly doubt anythin' will come of it.

[He shifts a little closer, placing a hand on her thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze.]

I'm only sorry you had to be involved.

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