Recent content by Professor Mallory Grayveson

Mallory took a deep breath. "I don't know," She admitted, peeking up at him. "I spend most of the year here... and I don't want to leave... but I don't want to be away so much if... if I am." She swallowed hard. "It's hard enough to be away from Atkin... and I trust him, I do, I just- don't know...

Mallory smiled at the girls. "Oh, thank you, Miss Thompson," She replied. But then the younger girl jumped back behind the head girl and seemed to be afraid. Mallory blinked a few times, taking in the words, before letting out an amused laugh. "Oh, goodness," She put a hand on her stomach...

Name: Mallory Grayveson Subject: Charms Years Taught: 1-4

Mallory had gone out for a stroll, feeling a bit uneasy in her office, and had decided to go to the library to see if she could pick up anything new to read. She was dressed a bit more casually now, in dusted pink flats with matching pink capris and a white eyelet lace top, her dark hair twisted...

Mallory took a breath and nodded slowly, a hand slipping under the desk to rest against her stomach. "I- I'm not sure," She spoke slowly. She looked away before bringing her eyes back to meet Misha's. "I... Misha, I think I'm- well, I might be... pregnant," Her words seemed sluggish and she...

Mallory was in an amazing mood. She and Atkin had finally been married, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. She was walking on clouds. She'd almost not come back this semester, but she would've missed the children, and the friends she'd made on staff. She felt a bit bad when she...

Mallory was sitting at her desk, twirling a quill in her fingers. Could she really be...? She took a few breaths, chewing on her lip, one hand unthinkingly resting over her stomach. It would make sense if she was, she supposed, but what would that mean for her teaching? For her job? Her life...

Misha, could you stop by my office when you have a chance?

Mallory could tell when something was a lost cause. She took a deep breath and picked up her basket again, deciding that she'd done her part to try and reach out to the older Professor. "Understood, Professor," She bowed her head a bit to him, before turning back to the door with her basket on...

Mallory smiled, and took a journal out of her desk, sliding it over the wood to the girl. The journal was leather bound, with the tree of life burnt into the cover. "Here, my dear, take this," She offered. "I'd like you to make a list of your questions- journal entries, lists, whatever feels the...

Mallory giggled, settling into her own chair. "Oh, I'll be a tetushka!" She explained. "Basically just the Russian term for 'auntie'," The tea came over and she picked up her own. "Oh, goodness... A few years now, at least," She chuckled. "More than I'd care to admit." She sipped on her drink...

Mallory smiled brightly, clearing space in one of the chairs by her desk. "Please then, Cairo, it's Mallory." She offered in turn, shaking her head quickly at the womans words. "Oh no, please come in. I'm just putting together a basket for my sister, she just had the most adorable little boy,"...

Mallory had been thinking since her run in with Killian before, and had decided that it was only the right thing to do to make him a baby basket. She'd made one for her sister, after all. She was eager to talk to him again, absolutely lost in the throes of baby fever, and had put together a nice...

Mallory blinked, but set the basket down. "Oh, alright," She offered, keeping her calm. She hesitated a moment, brushing her hair back. "I didn't realize he would be so misguided," She bit her lip, before turning back to the man. "Are there perhaps any snacks or drinks you may like instead...

Mallory was really suffering from baby fever. She didn't want to rush Atkin, but she wanted babies, and she had no idea how to go about it without sounding pushy. So, she was trying to just prepare instead, and had an office full of baby things. Clothes, blankets, books, she was going over all...