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Zoe's Office Hours - September 6

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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"That would be one way of putting it yes." He paused. "So would it be out of line to give him detention if he tries protesting again?"

"If he harasses you and calls you a murderer again? Go for it."

"Thanks." He smiled wryly. "It's either that or drag him on a real Hunt and let him see just how well trying to reason with a poltergiest works."

"And I get the feeling that might result in my school having one less student, so detention seems like a much better option." Zoe smirked.

"Oh, I'd only let him get mauled a little. Probably." He smirked back.

Zoe laughed. "Oh, well that's completely reassuring. I'm sorry you had trouble on your first day. In a perfect world, everyone would get an easy start with the students."

"In a perfect world, we wouldn't have to teach teenagers this kind of thing in the first place," John pointed out. "The class itself seemed to go well and considering my only previous experience was teaching my own sons I hadn't been taking for granted that it would."

"That's a good point. In a perfect world, none of them would have previous experience in the class's subject either. But I'm glad the class went well. Your sons are the Winchesters enrolled here, right? Dean and Sam? They don't appear to have gotten mauled recently, so you must know what you're doing."

"That's them," John confirmed. He chuckled. "I'm not sure I should be worried you know them by name or not."

Zoe couldn't resist a big of a sly look. "I do my best to remember the names of the students who have been in my office. But I don't remember them well, so that's a good sign."

"Either that they're behaving or just perfecting not getting caught." John chuckled again. "I honestly can't predict which and I'm not sure if that makes me worried or proud."

"Knowing the students here? It's probably safe to say they're not getting caught. Which is something to be proud of, I suppose," Zoe admitted. "The skill of staying out of trouble while still causing it can be pretty valuable. Not that I'd ever tell the students that."

"I'm afaid I may have taught that by example," John admitted wryly.

"We don't get a lot of teachers who walk the straight and narrow around here, so I'm not terribly surprised. And considering my own background, I can't really call you on any of your own behaviour," Zoe said.

"Oh?" John asked, interested. "You have a history of courting trouble without getting caught too?"

"We had a bit of a civil war a while back, which was really anything but civil, but that's the term, I suppose. My side wasn't the winning one, so finding honest work since then has been a bit...difficult."

"Really." John realised he'd already subconsciously pegged her as a soldier. "I don't know how much you know about recent American history, but I fought in Vietnam."

Zoe's eyes lit up as a number of things about his attitude suddenly clicked into place. "That's not exactly recent for me, but I know my war history. No wonder you don't enjoy being called a murderer."

"It was a little bit of an unpleasant deja vu," John admitted wryly. "And it may have made me overreact a little."

"How so? You came to talk to me to check the rules about student protests. That seems like a fair reaction," Zoe pointed out.

"I... didn't actually threaten him, but I used an analogy with him being killed," John admitted. He slumped a little lower in his seat. "In my defense, he'd just invoked and belittled-- completely without knowing or meaning to -- my wife's memory and her death so I wasn't exactly thinking at my coolest."

Zoe thought about how she would feel if someone spoke badly about Wash, and sighed softly at the sick feeling she got. "I can understand that, more than you realize. At least you understand that Blair didn't mean it. He's one of the few students we have who doesn't seem to have suffered any kind of loss in his life. I think there's simply things he just doesn't understand yet."

"Not to mention the overabundance of idealism," John said dryly. He sighed. "I'm sure he's a good kid at heart," he said then smiled slightly. "I'll even try to remember that the next time I see him."

"Good luck with that." Zoe smiled. "As long as you don't turn him into an animal, you'll be doing better than some of my previous teachers."

John blinked. "Ah. That might explain the rather surreal conversation I had with a couple of my students in class about wereponies."

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