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So I'm a teacher again, under a headmaster by the name of Severus Snape. What an odd name for an odd fellow. Certainly Severe, and sometimes acts like something is Severed...and Snakes...he seems to have a fondness for them. I've seen his decorating.
I thought this would be a way to make me less homesick - give me purpose in life and something to do with my days. But it makes me remember the university, back home, and my classes there. I found myself writing up almost the same exact lesson plan for a class I taught three years ago.
I left with such haste. One minute I was relaxing with the paper and the next minute I was off to New York with a brother I thought was long gone. I didn't have time to say goodbye to anyone, I wonder if they think I'm dead as well. How upset they must be. Were they in mourning? Were there fights over my posessions, my books? Who knows.
People in the Nexus travel between their homeworlds and the meeting of worlds all the time, and I envy them. If I could go back to my London, just for a day - an hour, even, and re-assure people, visit old places, old friends, I would be happy. But it's too risky. We faked our deaths and ran - if the Shop ever found out that we're still alive and living comfortably, they'd send after us with God knows what means. I hear that Rassilon is powerful and all, but how powerful can he be? Not too long ago, he was injured with a simple sword. We'd be found out, we'd be caught or killed and that'd be the end of it, wouldn't it?
Not worth the risk, not worth it.
I thought this would be a way to make me less homesick - give me purpose in life and something to do with my days. But it makes me remember the university, back home, and my classes there. I found myself writing up almost the same exact lesson plan for a class I taught three years ago.
I left with such haste. One minute I was relaxing with the paper and the next minute I was off to New York with a brother I thought was long gone. I didn't have time to say goodbye to anyone, I wonder if they think I'm dead as well. How upset they must be. Were they in mourning? Were there fights over my posessions, my books? Who knows.
People in the Nexus travel between their homeworlds and the meeting of worlds all the time, and I envy them. If I could go back to my London, just for a day - an hour, even, and re-assure people, visit old places, old friends, I would be happy. But it's too risky. We faked our deaths and ran - if the Shop ever found out that we're still alive and living comfortably, they'd send after us with God knows what means. I hear that Rassilon is powerful and all, but how powerful can he be? Not too long ago, he was injured with a simple sword. We'd be found out, we'd be caught or killed and that'd be the end of it, wouldn't it?
Not worth the risk, not worth it.
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