she’s done a fairly good job of dodging her obligations recently ( in fact, she’s done a fairly good job of dodging everything recently ). she’s evaded telling her family she’s no longer a witch, she’s evaded all of her own issues and she’s even feeling a little in the spirit of the festive season. ( she’s evaded everything except, well, josie. ) she’s fine, everything’s fine. except, it’s not. because her file is glaring at her from the table and she’s wondering just how much it says about her recent exploits. “ so, ” she doesn’t know if she’s supposed to start off the conversation, but honestly, the room is too silent and it’s making her unnerved. ( it’s a nice room, it’s warm and she can see the snow outside. her nerves have nothing to do with the environment. ) “ is this the part where you tell me how screwed up i am and hand me the tissues? ” @scgecdvice
she’s made a project out of transforming her office into something non-threatening, even welcoming, to make people feel comfortable coming to her. or being instructed to, in certain circumstances. instead of your stereotypical lounger, she has an oversized cuddle chair with enough throw pillows on it to draw eyebrow raises. some have sequins on them, the kind that have another color on the underside to allow you to spell words out on them — or designs. distractions, things to keep your hands busy when you’re spilling your secrets, or not. her desk is transparent, file folders on top holding any relevant documents. she’s as paperless as she can be, preferring to keep the majority of her notes in password encrypted word documents. the school might squirm away from technology but she doesn’t share that same inclination. ( privacy is too important. a lock won’t stop a determined student with supernatural strength. ) “ that wasn’t my plan, no. ” but she files the information away for later; a projection, putting her own beliefs onto others. concerning, but the more she knows ? the better equipped she is to help. “ some people like crying out their problems, there’s catharsis in that, but it’s not for everyone. we’ll figure out what works best for you. ” she’s sitting cross legged in her chair, an oversized sweater hitting her knees. she aims to look casual so it doesn’t feel clinical; like an inquisition. ( this is a safe space. or at least, that’s what she wants it to be. ) “ we’re here because transition is never easy. combine that with a literal transition and there’s bound to be some, ” she pauses, chooses her words carefully. “ growing pains. ” her hands settle in her lap, gaze focused on penelope. she won’t push her, but a little nudge never hurts. “ there’s an elephant in the room. you know it, i know it. ” an off-handed shrug. “ we can talk around it — focus on your classes, the adjustment from moving to the vampire faction from the witches, etc ... but these are just symptoms. ” the big issues are typed out in red, underlined for her eyes only. “ i’ll let you decide where we start. if we start at all. ” this is, after all, for penelope’s benefit. “ ...talking or not talking though, i’ll be upfront with you — you and me, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. ” not a threat but a promise. all things considered, the girl probably hasn’t expected anything different. ( a suicide, a rebirth, a new way of life. yeah, not something they’re going to brush under the rug. )
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