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[_heather_v]

Well, that was a job well done. Last night Amy and I put a protective spell around the play, binding it to the scripts. For good measure I placed the obsidian that was the focus of the spell beneath the stage, to protect the theater itself, and I believe we'll be fairly impervious to the strange occurrences that dog this school

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[_heather_v]

"Oh, Taffy!" I say, waiting for her to catch up. "I just have to go out and talk to the construction guys before the audition. I want to get them to build the balcony for the play...you know, so it actually can bear weight."

I watch where I'm stepping as we approach the unfinished part of the school, avoiding the boards and other debris littering the area. "Hmm, anyone look like a foreman to you?"

[stefan_d]

I look up, surprised. "Hey," I say, seeing Taffy standing there. "What're you doing around here? Hopin' to see some exposed butt crack?" I immediately blush bright red as I see that she has another girl with her. Could I be any lamer?

"Uh..." I say, at a loss for words.

[stefan_d]

"Tell you what," I say, looking around. It'd be great to get away from here for a few minutes. "Why don't we walk down there and you show me where you want this balcony built, and I'll talk it over with the foreman. I imagine he'll be fine with it."

I turn to Taffy. "You coming with?" I smile at her; wonder if it's the excessive testosterone around here that's makin' her nervous.

[stefan_d]

Heather moves to one side of me, and I take hold of Taf's arm and pull her to my other side, so we're all walkin' together down the hall, away from the crew and construction mess.

"So, uh, Heather," I say, letting go of Taffy. "You new in town?"

[_heather_v]

I don't comment on Taffy's apparent nervousness--is she always like this? Or is it this guy who's got her in a twitter? She'd seemed pretty calm when I asked her about judging the callbacks.

"Semi-new. I grew up here but I've been away for a few years. College, then there was the whole desperately trying to get a job in my chosen profession thing." I grin. "I came home to regroup, and the teaching job just fell in my lap--there's always been a high teacher turnover around here."

[stefan_d]

The three of us walk inside, and I say, "Well, it's one of those things that's kind of a long story. Let's just say I came here for a girl, and it didn't quite work out the way I planned." I shrug. No way can that story be told to a new acquaintance. "I like it here, though. It's.... interestin'."

We walk up onstage.

[_heather_v]

A girl, huh? I'm sensing a tragic love story, although maybe that's just from spending too much time on Romeo and Juliet. "Interesting is one way to describe it, as long as you're not looking for actual nightlife. Although, there are a couple of nice clubs in town...not that I have much time to enjoy them."

I motion the students to come in and then show Stefan around the stage, giving him a rough idea of what I have in mind for the final set. "A mock up of the corner of the house, roughly here, with the balcony about here. The scenery committee will do all the painting, of course."

[stefan_d]

"That should be simple," I tell Heather, nodding. "Prob'ly me and one other guy could take care of that for ya pretty quick."

I glance back at Taffy, wondering if she feels okay. It isn't like her to be this quiet.

[stefan_d]

I smile at her, patting her shoulder. "It's okay. You are a real teacher. Don't sweat it."

Her babbling is kinda endearing actually, but I'm sure she doesn't see it that way, so I decide not to say so. "It's all good."

[stefan_d]

"So, uh, how bad did I embarrass myself earlier?" I roll my eyes at her. "One day I'm gonna learn how to watch my mouth."