Teacher's Lounge: [1/16]

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan opened up the Teacher's Lounge, and left a selection of muffins and bagels for the teachers. Might as well get acquainted, so they'd know who to send the problem students to, if needed.

She stopped, frowning at a magazine someone had left on the coffee table.

People? Must be American. But who on Earth was J-Lo?

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[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"Emo?" Another Americanism. Really, she needed a dictionary. "Yes, well, I do hope I can be helpful. It looks to be fascinating, at the very least."

"Perhaps I shall," Susan said, smiling. "Hopefully I will have a free period or two during the week. I'd love to hear more about your course of study, and if I can't take advantage of being at a school to learn more, it'll only be because I'm too busy."

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

"Please do," Camulus says with another smile and a slight bow. "If you'll excuse me," he extracts the still-chirping Walkman, "I'm attempting to teach my class the rudiments of Scots Gaelic and I fear the task may overwhelm me yet."

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"By all means, don't let me hinder you." Susan made another mental note about the Emporium, and already began planning ways to use the new little cassette player in place of her clunky old tape machine-- which had seemed so new and shiny when she'd bought it last year.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus nodded at her, found a quiet corner, donned his head phones, and resumed his irate notetaking.