" Oh, balls."

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{curtain}

If he were planning on giving his class a final exam, Edmund would be ignoring that right about now to go over his budget (heading home by portal instead of a ship would eat into his treasure stash, but not enough to hurt, and it would get him back in time to perform a little strategic heroism for his soon to be ex ex employer) and plans for the ( Read more... )

There was tea, there was no Baldrick (where Baldrick might be was anyone's guess, though if anyone's guess was "tied up in the janitor's closet with an apple stuffed in his mouth to muffle the shouting" then anyone was rather good at this guessing thing) and there was a rather sizable collection of gold coins spread across Edmund's desk ( Read more... )

Edmund was not sleeping at his desk this week. Oh no. He was instead studying a neatly-written list. He'd found it on his bedside table Monday morning, when he'd awakened slightly muffle-headed from dreams about needing to shop for a poufier wig to better show off his new crown, and calling off his engagement to that rosebush now that his dad had ( Read more... )

If anybody wanted Edmund today, they'd find him (after a late arrival due to not bloody feeling like getting up) collapsed over his desk, fast asleep, with a similarly slumbering Baldrick on the floor at...the hotel room, and Baldrick wasn't so much slumbering as out cold after Edmund threw a large pink rainboot (don't ask) at his head ( Read more... )

Edmund in his office. Edmund was not green ( Read more... )

Disturbing as the prospect of meeting the progenitors of some of his students might be, nonetheless Edmund could be found in his office today, thankfully sans Baldrick.

Not, sadly, sans toast crumbs in his hair. There were apparently some drawbacks to encouraging people who weren't himself to throw food at actors.

[Open!]

This time, he'd slipped up and let Baldrick follow him to the office. He could boot the man -- in the most generous possible sense of the word -- out, but instead Edmund chose to have him stand still in one corner of the room holding up the wastebin while Edmund threw wadded-up pages of Entertainment Weekly at it ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Edmund hadn't found his office before now ( Read more... )

( Syllabus )