Private message to Auri

[alt_antonin]

Lest you worry about Mr Moon and his precipitous departure, he is well enough; he simply realised something he urgently needed to tell me. He apologises again for needing to remove himself from his time with you.

As to the rest: little star, I will not pry into your doings, as far be it from me to emulate that woman in any way, but I am worried about you. How can I help?

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[alt_sinistra]

Thank you for reassuring me, Antosha. I appreciate it. I assume I'll still see him for class later tonight?

I don't think there's anything you can do at the moment, but thank you for asking. (To save you inquiring, I have eaten. I just could not face my assigned supper companions after last night.)

[alt_antonin]

I don't blame you in the least. Berry did reassure me that you had food. (And speaking of food, thank you for your delivery. I do hope you got some of the jam tarts for yourself?)

Did Madam Intolerable see wisdom on the warding, or did she continue to pitch a fit? If you need me to loom at her, I would be more than happy to oblige.

And yes, Mr Moon is perfectly fine -- no reason why he would not be able to attend class. He'd simply made a few connections that fell under the category of something he brought to me before, and that I am helping him with.

[alt_sinistra]

Ah.

Not so much about the warding as other things, as it turned out. Once I made it clear I'd demand the mediation in my contract if she forced the issue. (I owe Alcor more every day. Georg, too.)

Not sure looming's the useful thing, either. Sorry.

[alt_sinistra]

I'm sorry. I really am in a lousy mood.

And not thinking very clearly.

I'll be fine, I'm sure.

[alt_antonin]

Wholly understandable. Things have become rather intolerable; none of us are at our best.

I will not press you further, but my doors are always open to you, should you be in need of a shoulder to lean on.

[alt_sinistra]

I don't want to talk about it. I have to go teach soon. But I suppose I'd better say some of it enough of it.

Last night, when she called me in - Acton and Carpenter and Hooch were all there. And she spent half an hour, like she does, tearing everything clean and pure and sensible into mud and scraps and ugliness.

You don't need to tell me she's wrong. That she's petty or hateful or nasty. (And worse, to do it with an audience.) I know she is.

But - last night made me think about a whole set of things.

And that's the problem.

[alt_antonin]

Oh, dear heart.

I will not prompt you to talk about it, but if quiet company would help, let me know if you would like me to come up and sit with you through your classes -- I would offer to spend time with you after, but I know Wednesday night is your night of little sleep.

You are worth more than all four of them, combined.

[alt_sinistra]

Thank you, no. I know Thursdays are your bad day too. No reason both of us should go short of sleep.

What I want and can't have is Raz

There are stars. I'll manage.

Maybe company will help more tomorrow. Or Friday. I don't know.

[alt_sinistra]

Antosha Tosha

So you don’t worry further, tonight’s absence was merely that I actually fell asleep for a bit, and didn’t wake up until half-six. Getting downstairs for the last few minutes of supper didn’t seem worth the effort. Or the commentary I’d be sure to get from certain parties. (Particularly since I could not do what I did at lunch, and chat with Irma.)

Tonight, I’m up on the tower - the eclipse is minimal, but the cycle itself is interesting. Looking over my notes of each of ones in the series has been a pleasant distraction.

Talk tomorrow night? Our usual?

[alt_antonin]

Yes, of course. I would not miss it for the world.

I'm glad that you got some sleep.