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Livvy was left reeling after her encounter with Professor Smith.

She stood in the hall without moving, feeling as if she had somehow become much, much heavier. She wasn't quite sure what had come over her.

No, no, she was sure. It had been the look, that look in the professor's eyes, kind and gentle and, dare she say, understanding? She had allowed herself, or at least that small bit of her that actually understood herself completely, as most of her didn't, to think that maybe he did understand, why her name hurt so much to hear spoken. She told herself that she had the same reason as Jack for shying away from her real name, loathing and resentment for the parents that abandoned them, but, like him, that wasn't the whole reason, not at all. No, Livvy didn't care about her missing parents faults or shortcomings, she just wanted them to be there. And that wasn't ever going to happen.

Livvy smiled tightly, realizing how miserable she sounded, but hey, it had been a long day. Even she deserved the chance to indulge in self pity now and again.

Livvy headed to dinner. This wasn't actually doing her any good, and she was starving.

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Jack ate quickly with little thought given to the food he was eating and left dinner while most of the school was still eating, stopping only to wave to Livvy as he passed where she was having what seemed to be a somewhat halfhearted conversation with a

red haired girl sitting across from her. He considered stopping to say hello, but she seemed absorbed in her forced conversation and he didn't really have the time to chat.

He jogged back to his room, went in, and quickly grabbed the borrowed book from where it rested on his pillow. He tucked it under his arm, pulled a few wayward gold locks away from his forehead, and set off for the teacher's lodgings.

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The Doctor was busily working at his computer when he heard the knocks at the door, first soft rapping and then somewhat louder when they were not answered.

"Come in." he called. He hoped it was River. Even if River had been rather gloomier than her usual cheerful bouncy self, after his conversation with Livvy, which had struck him emotionally more than he understood, he could use some cheering up.

Another knock. No, not River. She wouldn't have continued to knock, instead just letting herself in. Who else would be visiting at this time in the evening, while most students had free time to relax and complete their homework before bed? Maybe Amy or Rory or Amanda, though he thought not.

A final knock, this one loud and hard against the wooden door.

"Alright, come in." he called, shutting his laptop with a sigh.

The door opened, and The Doctor was surprised to see a student standing in the doorway, a boy of probably 13 holding a heavy book to his chest.

"Hello, sorry, but I was looking for Professor Song. The sign on her door said to come here if she didn't answer her door. Is she here? I wanted to return a book I borrowed."

The boy gestured to the book in his hands and smiled somewhat sheepishly as if embarrassed to have wound up talking to him.

"I can take it for you, if you like." offered the Doctor.

"Sorry," the child apologized again, smiling once more. "I don't mean to be a bother, but could I wait until she's back? I had a question on something mentioned, a term I didn't recognize, and I was wondering if I could ask her about it."

The Doctor saw the boy's earnest expression and smiled slightly.

"Sure. You can sit." he gestured to a chair in the corner of the room. "Like I said, River shouldn't be much longer."

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Livvy lay flopped down on her bed, watching Amanda's shadow pace in the next room. Amanda seemed to be making a phone call, though Livvy couldn't tell what she was saying, it seemed to be a rather cheerful discussion, as her step was light.

Livvy heard Amanda laugh loudly from the other room and a loud exclamation that sounded a whole lot like 'Mum!' and she got out of bed, intrigued. After Amanda's little rendezvous with the professor and the friendly nature with which they had spoken, Livvy was really starting to wonder exactly what was going on with Amanda.

She pressed her ear to the door and strained to make out what Amanda was saying.

"Are you guys still that janitor? You are still the Tesselector, right?"

Livvy's face screwed up in confusion. What on earth was she talking about? What was a Tesselector? For goodness sake, who was the kid?

Amanda spoke again,

"Right. I'll be there in a second. Have you seen River?"

A pause.

"You're right. Okay, I'm on my way. Love you."

Amanda hung up the phone, stashed it in a pocket, and went for the door. Livvy, wanting to see where she was going, poked her head out of the door and called Amanda's name. The red head stopped and turned to look at her.

"Oh, hi Liv. Sorry, I didn't realize you were in here."

Livvy smiled. "It's fine. I was doing homework." This wasn't strictly a lie, as she had done a bit of work, though she quickly tired of it. She didn't sleep all that much, and she could finish anything she needed to later at night.

"I'm going to go out for a bit." said Amanda breezily. Obviously whatever curfew Livvy had gotten in trouble for breaking didn't apply to Amanda. "You found the bathroom and stuff okay last night, right?

"Yeah." said Livvy, not letting her smile waver as a plan started to form in her head. "In fact, I was just headed there. Thanks for asking."

"Right then. See you."

Amanda left, shutting the door behind her. Livvy took a moment to dash back to her room and grab a toothbrush (it may or may not have been hers, though it really didn't matter, as she wasn't actually going out to brush her teeth.) before slipping out the door.

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River entered the Doctor's room with a slight smile. Spending an evening on the TARDIS really had improved her mood, even if it did mean that there was still a stack of papers that needed grading from the day before. She didn't bother to knock, simply letting herself in. She glanced around and her eyes widened.

The Doctor sat in an armchair, leaning foward and talking with Jack.

"It's a difficult concept, I know." he was saying, and the boy sitting across from him frowned, tilting his head to one side.

"Yeah. I think I get it. So-"

He stopped abruptly, looking up at River.

"Hello, Professor." he said, looking guilty as if he had been caught doing something wrong. "Sorry. I was just returning your book."

"We were talking." offered the Doctor, as if it weren't obvious.

"I noticed." said River. Then, turning to Jack, "You're already finished? Do you have any questions?"

Jack smiled, clearly more relaxed.

"Just one. Where is Clavious XI? I've never heard of it."

The earnest expression on his face caused River to smile back at him.

"A long way away." she said with a michevious grin. "And them some."