The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Zoe had calmed down somewhat after the catharsis of her rant from the previous day. For the moment, letting go of some of her anger and worry allowed her focus on the more important tasks at hand: organizing all of her paperwork for the new students, and dealing with the feeling of being about twenty months pregnant.

"You can come out any time you want now," she murmured, rubbing her hand over her belly. "You don't have to make me wait two more months. Your daddy and I won't mind, I promise."

[Open, if you dare. *g*]

Zoe was in her office, working on her second apple of the day. She figured there could certainly be worse foods that she could be craving, but she was going to have to invest in a fruit tree if this kept up.

The door was open for anyone who needed her.

[My RL to-do list is insane today, so expect some slow play if you drop by. :(]

When Zoe woke up, it didn't seem strange for her to be in her own bed in the tower, nor did it seem strange to have John beside her. What did seem strange was the passing thought of whether or not John might still have cooties, before she fully woke up and nearly bolted upright, swearing soundly.

[For anyone who might have spent the night in the tower. *g*]

Working when classes weren't in session had its perks, Zoe thought. She didn't have quite as many video feeds to keep an eye on, the halls were quieter, and there were no students complaining about detention.

Of course, Zoe was aware that the students here could often find things to complain about even without classes going on, so she left her door open just in case.