Was I? I rather thought I had fun, though I just hope it doesn’t catch up with me.
I’ll still want that string.
The confusion in your little kitten brain, though! *smiles and drapes her braid over her shoulder* Will this be an acceptable substitute for string?
[He declines politely, shaking his head and putting a hand up.] Merely joking, my dear; I’ve lost almost all of my catlike tendencies except the one that’s rather fond of curling up to something warm.
However, now that the whole mess is behind me, I can unhappily resume my task of shoveling through the mountains of paperwork it takes to run the school. [He sighs tiredly and returns to his desk, sitting in his chair and resting his cheek on his knuckles as he thumbs through papers at an astounding rate.]
*raises a eyebrow* May I offer a suggestion? Secretaries often help with that sort of work. You could hire someone.
[He laughs almost bitterly and takes a brief moment to glance up at her before returning his gaze to his papers.] I’m afraid I can’t trust many people to do the paperwork for the school that I run…they would have to a) be a mutant, or a human with a very high tolerance for the bizarre, and b) know the inner workings of the school as well as I do, and there are not many people who can say that for themselves. Given my powers and how the government would like to get their hands on me, I find it hard to really trust anyone, especially with matters concerning my school.
She shrugs. “I can’t speak to the second, but for the first requirement … I meet it. Lamely, I suppose, but I’m … a mutant.” She spreads her hands, studying the palms. “And a magician.” A little wry smile. “Trust me, my tolerance for the bizarre is pretty damn high. And you’re really overworked.”