Zoe's Office Hours - September 6

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe sat in her office, writing a series of memos to the powers that be on the school board. As nice as it was having a skeleton staff in the office occassionally, using them always resulted in a number of forms that had to be filled out after the fact. (Bills for spare bones? Honestly, that was just unnecessary.)

The door was open for anyone who needed her.

[I figure this goes without saying most days, but it's important today: the radio can say who came by, but not what was discussed.]

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[sith_happened]

The only sound in the room as Vader processed that was his respirator unit.

"No choking, then," he muttered.

[bigdamnprincipal]

"No choking," Zoe repeated. "Or harming of any sort. The rules haven't changed."

[sith_happened]

Sith Lords were beyond sulking, but Vader's body language was decidedly unhappy.

"Detention?" he asked.

[bigdamnprincipal]

"Detention is a perfectly reasonable option," she replied, wondering how many more students she was going to see on her weekly lists from this point forward.

[sith_happened]

Vader nodded sharply. "I'll keep that in mind. Was there anything else?"

[bigdamnprincipal]

"That was all. I simply wanted to make sure that we were on the same page before your classes started." Zoe glanced at Vader. "And I meant what I said before. It's good to have you here, in its own way."

[sith_happened]

Vader stood up, cape swirling around him.

"I will see you later, Principal Washburn," he replied, then swept out of the room.

It wasn't good to be back. It wasn't.