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WHO: Constance Peixes and OPEN
TONE: Depressing
RATING: PG, possibly -13 for language.
WHEN: September 27th
WHERE: Throughout the school; name the place and I'll roll with it
WHAT: Be careful what you wish for; wishing you'd never had anything to do with someone may have unintended consequences. Like your daughter becoming invisible to you.
STATUS: Ongoing

[I wish I could just forget anything ever happened between Murdoc and I had been a recurring thought on Constance's part since that engagement announcement. It would make life easier if she could forget her feelings, if she could just snap her fingers and have all that hurt disappear.

She'd hardly noticed it at first, because she had gone about her day normally. Papers to mark, lectures to prepare, correspondence to send, all of it. But over time, things didn't hurt the way they had been. There wasn't a tug at her heart when she saw the kids. It was like she'd forgotten she even had children.

So now, she's walking the halls with her head held high, and there's a frosty air about her. She would be cordial enough, if you were talking to her, but do you want to, with the way she's acting like she owns the place?]

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[Murdoc is a little cautious about approaching her, but being scared is what got him into so much shit with her. He didn't want to hurt her, but he was selfish and stupid and he was in such a desperate hurry to protect Sybille that he wound up hurting nearly everyone around him.

When he sees her walking in his direction from the opposite end of the hall, he braces himself and straightens his back. Finally, he brings up the courage to address her. He clears his throat, pausing in front of her.]

Constance?

Professor. And how are you?

[Normally, she would be tearing into him right about then. Or leaving. But there's a frosty professionalism in her tone.]

I've been better. [He gives her a sheepish look, shifting his weight. It's almost as if he's steeling himself to be yelled at again, even though he knows he deserves it. If she needs to yell, he'll take it.]

I wanted to apologise. In person. But if you don't wish to hear it you're free to continue walkin'.

Pardon? I'm afraid I don't have the faintest idea what you could possibly have to apologize to me about.

[She actually does look confused for a moment before her face goes back to its deadpan expression.]

The..incident...over the journals? [He arches an eyebrow, feeling as if she's testing him.] You seemed rather upset.

I'm sorry? I don't remember what you're talking about. So far as I remember, you and I were never close enough to merit any discussion that could turn into an argument.

Well, err, it did. Become an arguement, actually. We had an arguement. [All the fidgeting. He doesn't want to mention what it was about.]

That's why I'm apologisin'..

...about what? What would we have possibly argued about?

[Oh god don't make him say it.] The engagement, Constance. Between Sybille and myself.