Ellen

Jan. 18th, 2012 07:20 pm
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If he's honest, he's not entirely sure why he's here.

Well, he knows the basics. Jackie had made it all very clear when she'd left Naples in his care for the year. Make sure the boy goes to school. Check. Make sure he doesn't flunk out. That one was easy enough, given that his spawn is practically a genius. Do the right thing as a parent and attend all parental-type school related activities. That's why he's here.

But he still doesn't understand the purpose of a parent-teacher conference. He knows how smart and well behaved his son is, he can't imagine what a teacher might have to say to him that he doesn't already know.

That's why he's drunk. Well, he's drunk because he has a drinking problem, too, but partly because he's here. At the school. Sitting in a little plastic chair, waiting to be called into the room where Naples' teacher lives. Works. Whatever it is she does in there.

Date: 2012-01-19 02:19 am (UTC)
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Aldous Snow is a man whose reputation precedes him, and Ellen would've had to have been living under a rock not to hear about at least part of the path his career has taken, but more than half of the children she teaches come attached to affluent families. If she allowed herself to get starstruck, she'd be dumbstruck in every parent-teacher conference she held - and half the time, it's the nanny who shows up in lieu of an actual parent, as sad a reality as that is.

She's already met one-on-one with Naples, but she's making a point of trying to meet as many parents as she can - when she can fit into their busy schedule, anyway. She takes a sip of coffee from the mug on her desk - lukewarm, prompting a wrinkling of her nose and a popping of some breathmints before she strides to the door leading out into the hallway.

"Mr. Snow?" she calls out, glancing down in that direction when she sees him practically sprawled out in one of the kids' chairs. "Would you step inside, please?"

Date: 2012-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)
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And he's drunk. Ellen can smell it stronger on him when he stands, nearing closer, and she knows she probably looks surprised as a result, but a part of her isn't. Not really. Not after being made aware of the kind of reputation he already has.

"I'm sorry," she responds, shaking her head slowly, unsure of how to address his words at first, not even entirely sure she can make sense of them. "I'm not sure what you mean."

She's going to blatantly pretend she didn't just see him handling a flask as she steps to one side, offering to let him go through the doorway first. "Shall we?"

Date: 2012-01-19 11:17 am (UTC)
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Forget drunk; he's practically bordering on wasted. It takes all her strength not to roll her eyes before she follows him into the room, keeping a safe distance as she closes the door behind them. Rather than take her usual favored position of leaning back against her desk - she thinks that might give the wrong impression - she stands next to it, arms lightly crossed.

"I don't know what you think this is, Mr. Snow, but we're here to talk about your son," she gently corrects. "Who, by the way, is doing very well."

Date: 2012-01-21 04:43 am (UTC)
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It takes all of her effort not to completely splutter and fumble for words, shaking her head slowly and silently, as if she can't even believe she's having this conversation right now - or listening to it, more accurately.

"Mr. Snow," she murmurs, not even attempting to hide her chastising. "My name is Ellen - Miss Parsons. I'm your son's teacher, not this - Jackie you seem to have confused me with."

Date: 2012-01-21 12:57 pm (UTC)
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"He might have mentioned something about it once," Ellen replies, not even sure why she's trying to assuage the man's doubts - and the odd part is that she can feel heat creeping up her neck and into her face as he stares at her, but she clears her throat, willing it away with a mental cease and desist. Stop that.

"I guess I didn't realize how true the resemblance really is." None of her co-workers had ever pointed it out, but maybe it's just as well. "Like I was saying, Mr. Snow," she adds, with only a small clearing of her throat again to hide a tremor in her voice, "what I do is call parents in for a meeting to talk about their child's progress, just to let them know how they're doing and if there are any areas that might need improvement. They're not just learning at school, obviously, but from you at home."

Date: 2012-01-24 03:07 am (UTC)
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Her lips tease into a subtle smile as she leans back against her desk again, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, sometimes there are certain cases in which the children wind up doing some parenting of their own, in spite of their - unique upbringing," she murmurs, still somewhat amused as she tries to meet his gaze. He's focused on - well, something not quite at the level of her eyes.

Date: 2012-01-24 03:16 am (UTC)
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"Oh, so you pulled out all the stops for me?" Ellen counters, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk playing at the edges of her mouth. "I'm flattered."

As vehement as he is, though, she has to wonder if he's telling the truth. His son does seem like a very near and dear subject, and there's no disguising real sincerity. Her gaze softens, but only slightly.

"I'm sure you are a good father. Whatever you're doing, it shows."

Date: 2012-01-24 03:23 am (UTC)
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Her next smile is more sincere, not laced in sarcasm or skepticism or anything that might have been the underlying meaning. "Well, I guess it's also just reassuring to see that he has some support at home. Clearly you want him to succeed, and that's good."

His next words throw her for a pretty big loop, her arms tensing briefly before she quickly forces them down to her sides. "That's just - wildly inappropriate," she fumbles.

Date: 2012-01-30 02:08 am (UTC)
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"You know that was directed at you, right?" Ellen finally replies, when she can think of anything at all to say. She finally leans back, taking a beat or two to collect herself, and then starts to round the desk, choosing to put a considerable amount of distance between them.

"Are there any questions you have for me?" she asks, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

Date: 2012-02-01 12:01 pm (UTC)
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"Am I - " She pinches her lips together firmly. It's not the question she intended, and she's certain he realizes that, but maybe if she just answers it, gets it out of the way, they can press on from here.

"Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with anything."

Date: 2012-02-02 02:01 am (UTC)
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Fine. Two can play this game, she thinks, once she realizes this isn't a topic of conversation he plans to readily drop. If anything, it makes her all the more intent on catching him off-guard for once, the way he'd looked for at least half a second there when he'd thought she was his ex.

"Slightly guilty, then?" she asks, lifting an eyebrow slowly. "But still a little guilty."

Date: 2012-02-03 01:50 am (UTC)
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"Is it?" she asks, and there may be a part of her that's more than a little curious now before she pinches her lips together firmly. Down, girl, she tells herself, glancing away for a moment.

"Well, I wouldn't know," she mutters, busying herself by rounding the desk again to collect some stray papers, clearing her throat softly.

Date: 2012-02-03 02:05 am (UTC)
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"What?" She nearly wrenches her neck in how fast she turns her head to look back at him, eyes widening subtly before she starts to shake her head slowly, feeling her face flush.

"Oh, no. No, no, no," Ellen murmurs, punctuating it with a nervous chuckle, and despite her willpower, there's a moment when her hands tremor as she reaches for that paperwork. "No, I don't think that's - that would be beyond inappropriate, it would be - " She pauses, hesitates, meets his gaze for a beat. "Wrong," she mouths.

Date: 2012-02-03 04:04 am (UTC)
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"Natural, yes, but - " She glances up when he rises from the chair, her eyes carefully tracking his movement. Maybe if she can keep him in her line of sight, she can keep a lid on this before it gets too out-of-hand - and yet she can't deny that there's something hypnotizing about him in the movement, the smoothness of the motion, seemingly sobered up despite the untold amount he's had to drink.

"We shouldn't. Couldn't. Can't. Absolutely cannot," Ellen declares, pursing her lips slightly.

Date: 2012-02-05 08:13 pm (UTC)
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"Because," Ellen says, and for the life of her, she can't come up with a stronger reason or even summon up the desire to do so at the moment. It's ridiculous. She's starting to sound like one of her students.

"Because I'm your son's teacher, and because - " She takes a step back for every one he takes forward, but the blackboard is looming behind her and soon she'll have nowhere else to move to. "Because - "

Date: 2012-02-05 09:56 pm (UTC)
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"Because," Ellen echoes, one last time, except for the part where her voice falters on the last syllable, turning into more of a hushed whisper, and she swallows visibly when his gaze descends over her.

"Mr. Snow," she utters, only she's not completely sure what she's trying to protest anymore, or if she even intends to at all.

Date: 2012-02-06 12:16 pm (UTC)
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"Well, I - " she starts, tipping her head slightly into his hand, her cheek nudging his palm. It's surprisingly gentle, that touch, and she finds herself drawn towards more of it, stepping in close despite some lingering reservations.

"No, I suppose I haven't," Ellen confesses, tilting her face up to his.

Date: 2012-02-12 01:45 am (UTC)
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"Wait, remind me what those reasons were again?" Ellen asks, brow furrowing slightly as she tries to think back to - oh, moments before. It's getting a little harder for her to mentally backtrack when he's lingering in close, his hand gentle against her cheek. She swallows visibly and takes a steadying breath, her chest rising and falling slowly.

Date: 2012-02-14 01:23 am (UTC)
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Rather than tense under his gaze, or stiffen when he reaches out to touch her, she leans in, removing all remaining distance between their bodies.

"Kiss me," she whispers, if only because she wants to know what it feels like, just the once.

Date: 2012-02-16 01:45 pm (UTC)
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This is as far as she plans to let it go - at least that's what she tells herself, seconds before his mouth closes over hers.

It's not perfect, though. She can taste the liquor he's had still lingering on his breath, but his mouth is warm, and despite herself, her eyes slowly fall shut as she clings to him, one hand fisting in the leather of his jacket.

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