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DUNCAN: ... Anyway, um, are you two an item, and if so, would that item be impervious to sabotage?
JEFF: You know, you have the savoir faire of a hyena. How is that that you and James Bond come from the same island?
DUNCAN: Message received. I'll just wait for you to finish striking out first.
JEFF: Cheers.
ABED: M*A*S*H.
DUNCAN: Fawlty Towers. Game over. Have a nice day.
What I go to school for || Betty & Professor Duncan
With all that had been going on, Betty should have realised that at some point something like this would happen. She had been sitting in Ancient Runes, when Professor Duncan asked for the essays in and immediately she had known that she didn't have hers. She had started it the night that they had got it, and then got distracted by Everleigh mentioning Emmeline in passing and decided to do it later. Which she then proceeded to forget to do. So when it came to handing it in, she had to apologise, her face red from embarrassment and a slight itch in her eyes that she was determined not to let turn into tears, that she didn't have it and could she hand it in the next day. It was something Betty wasn't used to doing. She couldn't remember a time before when she hadn't handed in her work on time or early, and for it to happen for the first time so late on in her school career was even more annoying.
So, the next day after lessons she took the essay she had rushed through the night before, and headed off to the Ancient Runes professor's office. She knocked on the door and when she heard his voice from inside, she went in and smiled at him a little sheepishly. "Here's my essay, sir," she said, biting her lip as she walked over to hand it to him. She hated people seeing the bad in her, and of all her teachers, with the possible exceptions of the ones she really respected highly such as Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, Professor Duncan was probably the one with whom that meant more to Betty than others. Probably because he was young and male.
"Oh interesting. It's just the average person has a much harder time saying 'booyah' to moral relativism."
And that is what Jews do at weddings!