It was Little Sam's first day of school, and Big Sam had insisted on being the one to take her. Saul raised an eyebrow: he suspected that his wife wanted to take a copper's look at the building and staff as much as she genuinely wanted to see Little Sam off, but let it pass, opting instead to enjoy watching Sam inexpertly put Little Sam's hair into a pony tail.
The Quirm College for Young Ladies was right out. Sam was horrified at the idea of having her daughter spend much of her childhood away from her. And Saul, having listened to some of his girlfriend's tales about the place, suspected it to be a female version of his school, Huddlestones. However, the same ladies spoke very highly of an old girl who was teaching in town, Susan, Duchess of Sto-Helit. Or now, Miss Susan.
Thus at 7am sharp (Much to Sam's chagrin; she still wasn't used to two sevens in one day), the two Sams walked to the Frout Academy for Inquiring Minds. They were met out front by an intimidating looking woman with, bigods thought Sam, white hair. Still, she knelt down to introduce herself to Little Sam, who asked if they were going to learn about poo in class or not.
The answer would have to wait as Miss Susan and Sam were currently glaring at each other. It was the glare of two people who recognized in the other something rather dangerous. Sam's hands tightened on Little Sam's soldiers, but then relaxed at the same time the pale lines on Miss Susan's face faded away.
Sam knew she could trust Susan to take care of her girl.
And hopefully steer her to another topic besides poo.
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