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Sixth chapter is now up, and Blackwall makes a fool of himself!
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THE ECCENTRICITIES OF SKYHOLD HIGH
WOULD YOU LIKE A COUGH DROP?
Amanda bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing out loud. Poor Teacher Blackwall. While with most the other teachers she had been reluctant to admit the 'ships' had foundation, Blackwall's crush on Deputy Headmistress Josephine had always been blatantly obvious. Hers for him less so, but still apparent. Which made their situation all the more comically pitying. Specially in situations like in this Art's class.
They had just begun their new project, when Deputy Montilyet knocked on the door, requesting his time for a few minutes, since she and the Headmistress had something to tell him. Blackwall had hurriedly gotten up from his seat as soon as he'd seen her, making some things on his table to fall and half the class chuckle; so he walked, as normally as he could, towards the door.
Danielle and Amanda were, (un)luckily, on the table closest to the door; and that meant they'd be the ones to spread the gossip around school. Yay. There were merely discussing the organization of next week's art exposition, but the way they leaned a little too much towards the other, or looked too intensely into the other's eyes was enough to make sure most students were only half (if that much) paying attention to their art projects. Lavellan had just watched. To her merit, the Headmistress was not even smirking; apparently she'd decided that the other two did not need any further help to embarrass themselves. Amanda was not sure how long it's last, however.
"You don't have to worry, Professor Montilyet. I'll have my stand ready for you." Blackwall said, and Amanda bit hard on her inner cheek to prevent from laughing at the silence that followed. Beside her, Danielle had the same idea that the Headmistress had had in the front: pretending a coughing fit.
"Excuse me" mumbled Lavellan quietly, still trying to control herself. Amanda could see Josie glaring at her, while Blackwall gesticulated, cheeks red where the beard did not cover.
"I... I mean. I'll have the stands ready for you. The student's arts stands. Ready. For the school. By next Friday." He finished, clearing his throat and straightening his shoulders.
"Very well, that is... good to know, Professor Blackwall." Josephine tried to say it as if nothing abnormal had been said, but her little pause was enough to make Lavellan let escape another coughing fit to cover laughter. It earned her another glare.
"Would you like a cough drop, Headmistress?" The Deputy hissed at the other woman, at the same time that Danielle murmured on Amanda's ears,
"I bet Josie would have liked it better if he had stood by his first idea."
It was Amanda's turn to fake a coughing fit. Perhaps a little too hard though, because suddenly the three teachers were looking at her. Two concerned and one amused.
"Perhaps you should offer her a cough drop as well, Josie." The headmistress said, smirking.
For one second, Montilyet's eyes widened as she realised that the comment probably meant that student(s) had understood the joke, before putting on a worried face again.
"Yes," The Deputy said, walking towards Amanda and offering her a drop she'd taken out of a pocket. "Here you go, they are really good for the throat." She offered her a warm, if flustered, smile, before turning back to the other two adults. "Well, that was all, Professor Blackwall. Thank you for the information and for your time, we should be on our way." She said, offering him a smile that made his face red once more.
"Anytime time, Deputy, Headmistress." He answered promptly. And...did he just bow his head? Were almost all the teachers here that old-fashioned?
The Headmistress nodded at him and turned around to lead the way, but stopped once she reached the door. By the gleam in her eyes, Amanda knew that whatever she'd say right now would be trouble.
"And we are very much looking forward to seeing your 'stand', Blackwall. Very much so. Staff and students alike, I dare say. It has been a long time coming after all." She said, not even bothering on hiding her laughter as she skipped out of the class.
After a second of utter surprise (and embarrassment), Montilyet rushed after her boss.
Blackwall closed his eyes, and brought up his hand to cover his face, as he shook his head. Before he could do, or say, anything else however, a yell reached all of their ears.
"You have no room to speak you little, cunning..." Was all they could hear before the voices faded away, and the shouting voice of their normally calm Deputy was enough to make everyone in the class laugh. Including their embarrassed professor.