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Monday afternoon after the tumultuous events of the Halloween party seemed like an ideal time to hold office hours.

Miles had cleaned up his office with the assistance of Martin, his newly acquired house elf, so that it was in a state to receive company. A sign on the office door proclaimed office hours to be in session, and Miles sat behind his desk, a game of Battleship laid out in front of him. Martin had also provided non-magically enhanced cookies for Miles' guests. Miles had ensured their non-magical qualities by eating several himself, and he was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice and share any cookies with his guests.

Now, leg twitching, Miles stared at the door, hoping someone would come in and express some desire to learn something about astronomy. Or failing that, about cookies. Or Battleship. Really, he wasn't picky. He just wanted a chance to meet some of his potential students.

Date: 2008-11-08 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] superfraternal.livejournal.com
Simon rapped on the door and let himself in. "Office hours? I'm impressed. It's like an actual school."

Date: 2008-11-08 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] superfraternal.livejournal.com
"I think I'll pass. Nothing against your hospitality, I'm just trying not to overdo it on the sweets. The food here is so much more plentiful and appealing than what I've been used to for the past year on Serenity." Simon didn't look like he was in any danger of putting on weight. "We need a gym around here."

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