Just a boy living off this borrowed time.
Just give me a sec to catch my breath.
Still the fool waiting for a cosmic sign
Something to make sense of this mess.
Just give me a sec to catch my breath.
Still the fool waiting for a cosmic sign
Something to make sense of this mess.
May 27th, 1890 — Irvingly Schoolhouse
It was the end of Wednesday, which she supposed meant she was now over halfway through the week, but she was sure the latter half was going to feel longer than the first. The children would be on summer leave soon in just a few days. Some had already stopped coming and the rest that lingered were restless and she knew she would be getting no teaching done in the next two days. Not that she minded too much. She wanted to be done with the school year just as much as the children. She'd lingered in the schoolhouse till all the children had seen themselves home or had been picked up. The last she'd want was for something bad to occur because she excused herself early.
It was odd, Oliver, Sebastian, and little Adelaide were no longer being picked up by their mother after school each day. but rather by a Miss Whittmore who looked so undeniably like Mrs. Goyle that she couldn't deny her being the children's aunt. She'd been a little worried letting them go home with someone new the first day but the children seemed to know her quite well and her worries had easied the next morning when all three had returned to school perfectly safe. But the change had been so abrupt. She'd thought that she and Mrs. Goyle had gotten along well. The widow had even helped with some of the school events but then she'd just gone silent. She
d been so short the last day she'd seen her. Rather than lingering to talk, she barely greeted her and Mr. Adlard - who'd been in town and stopped by to say hello on his way to visit a friend who lived here (and she'd never say no to a visit from the wizard). For the life of her, Annabeth couldn't figure what she'd done to anger the woman and was still puzzling over it a few weeks later.
Frowning, she gathered up her belongings, waved goodbye to the schoolmaster, and let herself out the front door, pausing in the still silence, eyes closed as she breathed. Upon opening her eyes, she glanced at a familiar figure near the gate.
"Oh, Mr. Adlard! Hello! What brings you by?"
It was odd, Oliver, Sebastian, and little Adelaide were no longer being picked up by their mother after school each day. but rather by a Miss Whittmore who looked so undeniably like Mrs. Goyle that she couldn't deny her being the children's aunt. She'd been a little worried letting them go home with someone new the first day but the children seemed to know her quite well and her worries had easied the next morning when all three had returned to school perfectly safe. But the change had been so abrupt. She'd thought that she and Mrs. Goyle had gotten along well. The widow had even helped with some of the school events but then she'd just gone silent. She
d been so short the last day she'd seen her. Rather than lingering to talk, she barely greeted her and Mr. Adlard - who'd been in town and stopped by to say hello on his way to visit a friend who lived here (and she'd never say no to a visit from the wizard). For the life of her, Annabeth couldn't figure what she'd done to anger the woman and was still puzzling over it a few weeks later.
Frowning, she gathered up her belongings, waved goodbye to the schoolmaster, and let herself out the front door, pausing in the still silence, eyes closed as she breathed. Upon opening her eyes, she glanced at a familiar figure near the gate.
"Oh, Mr. Adlard! Hello! What brings you by?"
thank you bee for the absolutely lovely set