Gabrielle was having a perfectly pleasant morning, as she hadn't hit the point in the semester where she got swamped with marking and became quite unbearable to deal with. Her toast had come up as the perfect level of browned and the coffee wasn't too bitter, nor too sweet. Even the paper seemed like it wasn't a whole heap of trash today, as it could quite often be. Of course, she'd never find out if the next pages of the paper would change that opinion. For sitting a couple of seats down from her was Professor Cade, who apparently decided to drop the bombshell that he'd 'inadvertently' had twins with someone (really, thought Gabrielle, they needed better reproductive health education at the school), and not only that but someone else, presumably his partner, was pregnant. And she hadn't failed to notice the absurd amount of Cades in the sorting ceremony. So, unfortunately, Gabrielle's perfectly pleasant coffee found itself being spat out of her mouth all over the surprisingly not terrible paper. Wonderful, she thought, cleaning up the table around her and shaking her head with a deep sigh. The man tasked with teaching the children about protecting themselves has no idea how to use protection.
