It was Friday afternoon. Chelsea Ravenwood slumped into the chair. "But, Grandpa, why couldn't you be my advisor? You know I suck at Math and everything. "
"I know," Dr. Jones Sr. replied, "but if I was, it would raise suspicion; they don't know, and besides, nepotism wouldn't really work here. "
"It's all Dad's fault anyway. He left Mom when he shouldn't have; I have to deal with a step-father and pretend it's the little brother's father when I know the truth. "
"How did the test go?"
"I failed, but not epically. My mind blanked out and I thought I'd do a lot worse. Ican't wait for Thanksgiving."
"Who's picking you up?"
"The uncle. Mom has to work and the War's on. At least I got my choir robe last night. The only thing is, the Music Hall stinks of old museum. It' s creepier than a museum. No, I take that back, as creepy as a museum in some areas."
"Its' a good thing you're studying to be a social studies teacher than an archeologist then."
"I love to travel, but its' the smell of the museum I can't stand. The pen is mightier than the sword anyway; we just talked about that at lunch today. "
"I witnessed that first hand when we went for the Grail. Can't get past those rats though. You should probably go back to your dorm and pack then."
She exited the office. He laughed softly, "Junior, you are lucky that you aren't having the problems I had when you were that age." He said to himself, gathered his papers and walked out the door.
A.N. Just an idea I had from a getting a test result back today and events of last night. One of the music buildings smells like a museum and drives me nuts. Thankfully I have class in the other. Oh, and Indy had an older brother who married one of Marion's sisters. Very AU in that respect.