The village breathed a collective sigh of relief when the storm slowly eased to heavy rain. The damage wasn't as bad as it could have been; nobody had died or been injured, although the windows and rooves hadn't been so fortunate. Most of the crops were salvagable, though, which was a good thing considering the amount of farming that went on in Farringham. A few trees had been blown over, but had mostly landed in benign places. The school, however, had so many broken windows, it would take them months to replace all of them.. Fortunately, however, the roof had stood its ground. The furniture had to be stacked to sweep up all the broken glass, leaving a period of almost a week (wherein the rain hardly ever let up) while the windows were boarded up and the school cleaned before the boys could resume school.

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Magenta stood, hands on hips, looking ever-so-slightly displeased at the state of her classroom. The chairs and stands had been hap-hazardly shoved to the side of the room while the windows were covered in bed sheets (they had run out of wood and the music classroom didn't exactly take priority), and the water was leaking in. Now, the powers that be had decided to use the classroom as a temporary store room. Desks and chairs were stacked all over the place, making it impossible to do anything. At all. Ever.

"Are you okay?" Magenta jumped. She had been so focused, she hadn't noticed Martha join her.

"Yeah. I'm just... annoyed. Slightly. Perhaps verging on pissed. But only a little bit." She sighed.

"I was just wondering why the Matron was asking me all those questions." Martha remarked.

"What questions?"

"Oh, you know. Just stuff about how old you were, how long you've known Mr Smith, what kind of relationship you have. The usual." Magenta gave Martha a small smile – something she'd been doing increasingly often.

"Well, you see, I almost fell out of a window and Mr Smith grabbed me and then the Matron walked in and thought it looked compromising. So, naturally, we fed her suspisions. And then we were talking and I was fixing his hair and she saw it and took it the wrong way. So, yeah. I think she thinks we're having sex or something. Which would be like, incest, so... " Magenta trailed off, shivered and made a face. Martha ingested the information, paying particular notice to the implication that Magenta and the Doctor were related.

Magenta sighed. "Look what I found." She dug in her pocket for a second before pulling out the fob watch that contained the Doctor's essence.

"No way! Where'd you get this? I thought it was in his room." Martha exclaimed.

"Oh, it was," Magenta replied breezily, "As I said, I found it... on his mantle... while he was teaching. But, you know, finders keepers. Here." Magenta was about to hand Martha the watch, when Magenta felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and dropped the watch.

"Jesus Christ!" She exclaimed, whipping around to see the offender was. She glared at Seb. "Don't do that!"

"My apologies. I just came down to see how our classroom was fairing."

Magenta laughed.

"Is something funny, Miss Moncrieff?" He asked.

"You just said you 'came down'." She said, giving him a small yet pleasant smile. Seb didn't get it. Magenta shook her head. "Nevermind." Seb stepped forward, inadvertently kicking the watch under the mess of tables and chairs. Magenta sighed again.

"Fan-friggin'-tastic."

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A half hour later, and the watch remained where it had stopped and apparently impossible to reach.