Recent content by Professor Mallory Grayveson

Mallory had set up the classroom the way she liked, giving it a quick cleaning that morning before arranging her desk. Amara was curled underneath her large oak desk, fast asleep, and all of Mallory’s notes and lesson plans were arranged neatly on the desk itself, turned to face out to the rows...

Mallory was both relieved and nervous to be back. She had set up the classroom again the way she liked, giving it a quick cleaning that morning before arranging her desk. Amara was curled up with Maxim underneath her large oak desk, fast asleep as well (as if she'd gone and spelled all her...

Mallory was both relieved and nervous to be back. She'd spoken to Sam, and between the few days the boys spent with their father and the babysitting her fellow Professor offered, Mallory'd gotten several of her lessons covered. She had set up the classroom again the way she liked, giving it a...

Mallory hummed, listening to what the girl had to say. She had suspected as much. Every few years she had a student like this. "Well, I'm glad you're practicing outside of class. As long as you do well in your exams, I won't take any extra actions." She smiled at the girl. "I completely...

Mallory was sipping her tea, watching the chaos and trying very hard to pretend she wasn't enjoying it. She hid her smile behind her teacup, but let herself be drawn into it when a student approached. She gave a gentle smile, sitting up. "Of course, Susie dear," She murmured, and with the right...

Mallory smiled at Eurydice as the girl came into the room, motioning to one of the chairs. "I did, thank you for coming. Please, sit." Mallory summoned over the tea, fixing herself a cup. "Tea? Cocoa?" She asked. Once that was settled, she folded her hands on the desk and gave the girl a gentle...

While Mallory understood that not every student was thrilled with her classes, and while she hardly expected every student to even like them, she still got the odd student that was a little more... rambunctious. She was heavily pregnant at this point, sitting in the comfortable chair at her...

Mallory was absolutely delighted to be invited to a tea party. She spent ages picking out the perfect outfit for it. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun, slipping a blue ribbon and a little sprig of babys breath in her hair. Her pregnancy was getting a little further along, but she wasn't...

Mallory had a small book of poetry as she sat at the staff table, nibbling slowly on her lunch as she read. She blinked when a student approached, drawing her from her thoughts. She smiled softly. "Hello, Miss St. James," She greeted warmly, sliding her book aside. "Did you really? Oh, that's so...

Mallory smiled. "Thank you, my dear," She accepted the rose, looking at the note. She chuckled, before looking to the boy. "Mr. Flynn, yes? Would you care for a snack to take with you, or a cup of tea?" She asked, waving to the snack station she had on hand for any visiting students.

Mallory was curled up on her couch, her legs under her and a blanket over her with baby bump nicely covered up. She was scribbling out name ideas when she heard the knock on her door. She set her notebook aside with her tea on the night table beside her and readjusted. "Come in," She called...

Mallory blinked. "Your step dad?" She asked. Sapphire hadn't mentioned a step father in the letter she'd recieved. "Is he here at the school?" She tried to go over Professors in her mind, but the best that did was tell her who it wasn't. She shook her head- trying to clear it. Finley would tell...

Mallory sipped her tea, listening to Ignacio talk. She nodded along to his words. "I can only imagine." She murmured. "It'll be so long before my little Peter is walking these halls himself. I just don't know yet who he'll be, what sort of adventures he'll have. Or if he'll be upset with me as...

Mallory let the boy speak, putting on the kettle. When he seemed to have finished getting his thoughts in order she gave him a gentle smile and motioned again for him to sit. "Please don't diminish yourself, Mr. Albertson. We all learn at our own pace. Honestly, that is part of what got me into...

Mallory looked up when she heard a familiar voice. She smiled at the man, motioning for him to join her. "Hello, Ignacio," She greeted, sipping on her tea. "It's lovely to see you. My semester is going well so far, how is yours?" She asked him, shifting to a more comfortable position. She was...