Closed A Cup of Tea

[Professor Mallory Grayveson]

Mallory was tired- poor little Peter was sick, and a sick two year old was always rough. She'd had to come back to school, so he was spending an extra few weeks with his father. Mallory was feeling a little sick herself, but she couldn't write it off as just being a cold- it felt a bit different. Still, she was sure it was nothing some good tea couldn't fix. Wanting out of her office for a bit, Mallory walked down to the Professors common room. She was more likely to run into someone else to talk to, and adult conversation was always nice for a change. They were less likely to act surly or pretend they were too good to be in class. Usually. Mallory was in a regular pair of jeans and her favorite cableknit sweater, a soft cream. Cup of tea in hand, she curled up on a couch by the fire. She smiled, relaxing, and folded a blanket over her legs.