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LECTURE
Helen Cutter was nervous. She shouldn't be, she knew, it wasn't like she'd never done this before, but she was. She couldn't help it. The only thing she didn't love about her life as a professor of palaeontology was trying to win over the new students. It wasn't that her lectures weren't interesting, or that she didn't know what she was talking about, it was just that she struggled sometimes to restrain herself from pointing out their supreme ineptitude. And Nick was out there, as he always was in her first lecture. He would stand at at the back of the room, smiling that same smile every time she walked into the room. Helen wondered if perhaps the reason he smiled was because this was the only time he ever saw her falter. And in her nervousness she would grin, quickly back at him, blushing a little. This would make him laugh silently and and he would raise a hand in a wave. It was reassuring. She wished she didn't rely on him to be there for her, she much preferred to be independent, but he never thought any less of her for it. Of he didn't, fool.
So she walked into the large lecture theatre, trying to get her thoughts in order, feeling hundreds of eyes glued to her. When she reached the front, she looked up at her husband and they repeated their annual greeting of nervous smiles. The students looked quickly between them and she realised they probably didn't know who either one of them were. Catching herself, she drew her eyes away from Nick.
"Oh! Yes! New students... I'm Professor Helen Cutter and the man standing at the back of the room... Yes the blond one... Is my husband Nick Cutter. Also a professor, just not as talented..." The students laughed, so did Nick, eyes on the floor.
"If you need a way to tell the two Professor Cutters apart... He's blond, a little taller... Also a man." They laughed again and she smiled. It was going better than she had anticipated.
"So you're all here to study palaeontology, yes? Then you're all idiots. Trust me, when you get into this, you can never do anything else. It's too... Oh I don't even know the word."
"Wondrous?" Nick chimed in. She rolled her eyes.
"I can lecture my own students thank you very much... I was going to say fascinating." There was another flurry of laughter.
"Sure you were." She put one hand on her hip and pointed the other strait towards the door. He didn't move, just smiled. She rose her eyebrow and pointed again. He put his hands up in surrender and walked out of the room.
She saw a hand rise. It belonged to a thin, but muscular boy with dark hair. He was quite... Appealing... For his age. She rolled her eyes gently.
"How can you have any questions? I've not started teaching yet! Go on what is it?" He smirked.
"Are we supposed to be taking noted on this... Professor?" Despite herself she smiled. She liked him, quite a lot. She thought they could be friends.
"What's your name?" He grinned, glad at having got her attention.
"Stephen. Stephen Hart."
There it was. The beginning of what was to become a great friendship.