And Connie was extremely glad for it. The very thought of these students, her students, ending up face to face with the sort of things she had encountered in Irvingly filled her with a very particular kind of terror. Was this how parents felt? She had never intended to become so emotionally invested in her charges but somehow here she was, smiling fondly at a girl and glad she had been able to do her part to make her life a little safer.

“Don’t worry Holly,” she said reassuringly, failing to notice her slip of familiarity when she felt such a swell of fondness for the girl. “Your education isn’t going to fall by the wayside just because it doesn’t involve encountering an ancient Egyptian witch with a grudge. And you can always read Professor Cramming’s book,” she grinned. “You’ll probably understand more than I did.”

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MJ made me beautiful