Faculty Lounge, Monday, noonish

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Emma had found her office, but as it did not yet have enough white furniture or booze, she'd quickly relocated to the faculty lounge. That might not have white furniture either, but it did have a sofa which she was currently lounging in while reading 'Betty Crocker's Cookbook'. Every once in a while she picked up a red pen and made comments in the margins. A cup of tea was steaming happily on the table beside her, and her fifth attempt at muffins were piled up on a tray. They were probably not poisonous.

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Aly looked at the list and snickered. "I had several of these students last term. They all did well. I can't speak for how well they cook though. Jamie Madrox ended up cleaning the dorms a few times last semester because of his antics."

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"At least he should have experience in cleaning, then," Emma pointed out. She glanced at her list. Jamie Madrox... Now why did that name sound familiar?

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"Very true," she agreed with a tiny smile. "At least you know he can empty trash cans."

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"You can never tell when that kind of skill might come in handy," Emma noted, smiling back.

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Aly couldn't help laughing. "You need a teach a lesson where the skill is needed. An obstacle course or something."