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She cleared her throat with a head shake. “Not at all, you’re right.” Then, with a light frown, the teacher realized something. If, by any chance, Mary doubted that the Mayor was somehow mocking her, or carried anything against her for some unknown reason, those doubts were ceased once that comment slipped out of Regina’s scarred lips. Her voice tone always had a touch of irony which Mary was never quite fond of. “Madam, I do know this is none of my business, but— I would like to ask you not to punish your son. He has done nothing wrong, that is purely a child’s natural behaviour.” She asked, hoping Henry would not pay for something that she had gotten him into. That guilt would consume her for a great while, no matter how theorically small the problem seemed to be.
The brunette’s eyes narrowed to barely slits. “You’re right, it isn’t any of your business.” Her words were low and dark, she felt as if she was back in her castle, threatening Snow as the Queen. “Henry won’t be the one being punished.” She left the words vague, but the threat was there, hanging heavy in the air. The petite woman before her was going to pay, she wasn’t sure how yet, but Regina was very creative and she had all the power in this world. Perhaps she’d move John Doe downstairs to her asylum, or perhaps she’d get the school board to fire her. The ideas were a blur of barely formed thoughts in her mind, each worse than the last.
Mary Margaret found it unfortunate how used she was to the Mayor’s threats. Unfortunate, yes, for a relationship or mere coexistence based upon threats and frequent disagreements was rather disappointing. The teacher had always had such peaceful interactions and friendships inside that small and limited town that not being able to connect the same way with Regina habitually left her wondering what despicable thing had she ever done to her to deserve such treatment. However, it belonged to Mary’s nature to never interpose in somebody’s happiness to have her own. Therefore, hearing that she’d be punished instead of the boy brought her a strange sensation of /relief/.
“Very well, then. Oh, and /please/—” Interrupting herself, she tried to brush off the eagerness from her voice before she could even reach any further, to the ending of the solicitation she was about to make. Clearing her throat, she proceeded. “Please, let me know if anything changes in John Doe’s family case...”











