Zoe Winchester (
bigdamnprincipal) wrote2010-03-31 03:01 am
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Office Hours, March 31
Zoe had been tempted to show up for work on Monday and pretend nothing had happened last week, but then she'd realized that if there was ever a time to take a few days to do little more than stay at home and make love to her wonderful husband who didn't do disgustingly romantic things to her, that time was now.
So, Zoe was looking very refreshed when she finally came back in. If no one mentioned scientists or the egregious insult of being assumed to be Umbridge, she might even stay that way.
[Door and post are open! I should be on around noon!]
So, Zoe was looking very refreshed when she finally came back in. If no one mentioned scientists or the egregious insult of being assumed to be Umbridge, she might even stay that way.
[Door and post are open! I should be on around noon!]
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Head down, she scuffed the toe of her boot on floor and knocked on the door.
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There were no simple problems at Fandom.
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"Why don't you have a seat," she said, motioning to the chair across from her. "I'm sorry about your father. That must have been a very difficult task for you. No child should have to take their parent's life."
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"It was either pull the trigger or be eaten," she shrugged. "He trained me. I knew what I had to do. What he would want me to do."
Zoe dealt with Winchesters, she should recognize repression as a coping technique.
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