As the summer dwindles down and the examination date looms, everyone has rallied around Fiona.
Fiona days are filled with reading, mealtime discussions and evenings Vastra reads a random topic out loud. It leads to a discussion and questions which always brings out the best in Vastra and Fiona. Alaya is always quizzing, with a simple reward system of kisses. April has Fiona teach her about the human anatomy and Jenny is using flash cards.
"If you don't pass you redo the earlier term. If you start over you will have an advantage over the students."
Fiona looks to her love, "I want to continue where I left off, not waste another term behind. You are correct, we have a plan B. No matter what happens I will be fine."
The taxi stops in front of Kings College entrance and Fiona gets out, "I will be a moment."
Alaya sits back into the taxi and nods, "Return directly, please. You have our future in your hands."
Fiona smiles and calmly walks through the arch to the results kiosk. She looks for her name, scrolling down ... she almost loses her footing getting one more look at the score. She mad dashes to the taxi stand and calls out "Alaya! Alaya!"
Moments later running through the arch is a tall woman running towards her, "Fiona, what is it?"
She grabs Alaya's arm, careful not to deactivate the device on her wrist, leads her through the crowd of students to the kiosk.
Alaya scrolls her finger up and down the results alphabetically by last name and glides it across to her Fiona's. Alaya quickly compares the other results. A few in the nineties, many in the eighties, a few in the seventies and offers a moment of pity for the names with sixty or less. Alaya goes back to the typewritten name 'Saint Clair, Fiona ... 100'.
Alaya turns around to witness fellow students congratulating and offering well wish to her Fiona. Fiona was gracious and humbled by their support. She even heard two students walk by complaining, "... that Scottish ginger is going to ruin the grading system, again. Now I now have to honestly study. There goes my free time ..."
Alaya smiled thinking to herself, 'that is my Scottish ginger'. She waits until Fiona comes to her side. They return to the kiosk. Fiona pulls Alaya close as they stare at those three little digits, perfect. "I wish my mother Jenny was here to take a picture."
"I disagree. This is my ... no, our moment. That number by my name represents opportunity, financial security and our future." Fiona lets out a sigh of relief. "It is time we let our mothers in on my score. Shall we head home?"
They are too happy to notice the four weeping angels on Kings College roof overlooking the grounds and watching the departing taxi cab.