Office #26, Saturday

[chosehumanity]

Parents' Weekend.

Mitchell had been happy to avoid the sudden influx of vampires by staying home during the picnic, but he was going to have to come out eventually - if anything, he had promised Kate he'd be around. On Saturday morning, he dragged himself out of the house to get to the office.

He didn't turn on the TV this time. Instead, he was spending most of the time in his office picking at his coffee and watching the door.

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If that got an answering flicker of black - just as easily faded - in return, well, it was hardly Mitchell's fault. "Better not to leave anything up to that," he said, making a valiant attempt to push down on his anger. "For what it's worth, he's doing well here. You made a good choice."

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Which helped, a bit. "Yeah?" Vicki looked away again, to help her control, and found herself fiddling with the armrest of the chair. She stopped herself before she accidentally broke it. "I wonder. He tells me stuff about invasions-- way after they're done, of course." She rolled her eyes. "And he's eighteen now. He could leave." She looked back at Mitchell, troubled. Screw vampire stupidity, this was about Tony. "But at a normal school, he might not finish at all. There's the magic, and the movies, and he might never bother."

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"I know a few things about covering for special kids," Mitchell replied, shrugging slightly. "You've got to give them a place they can feel human in."

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"Human. Heh." Vicki smirked a little, eyeing him, then shrugged, trying to accept that. "So you think this place is safe enough for him? He's not going to college any time soon, if ever. If he gets the degree, I'll be satisfied."

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"Safe enough to be challenging," he said, still watching her carefully. "As long as he keeps out of the front lines for the time being. Why not college?"

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"Front lines. Jesus," Vicki said casually, then blew out an unnecessary breath. "Because he's already got his heart set on film school in Vancouver. And he's got a job there as soon as he graduates. It's just a matter of money and as soon as he's earned enough, he'll be working on being the next Francis Ford Coppola. He knows what he wants to be. Anything other than director? Forget it."

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"He should be aiming for Curtiz," was Mitchell's verdict, momentarily forgetting about any other points from that particular paragraph.

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Vicki was actually afraid that she knew this one. It meant she'd been hanging out with Tony too long. "That's the pirate movie guy, right? Errol Flynn, Basil Rathbone...?"

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"And meta that I came up with and am now too lazy to dig back up for Casablanca," said Mitchell, who was completely failing Surpressing Enthusiasm 101 even in the face of another bloody vampire.

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Which Vicki had to grin at, because she could see why Tony had liked taking classes from him now. "I always liked that one." Until she's started to have to live it. Henry, Celluci. She shook her head, studying Mitchell, who totally failed to be like Sebastien de Ulloa, or Henry, or that Saetan guy. If she'd have to guess, she'd bet that he wasn't that much older than her. "Yeah. So. Tony does magic. He can handle himself. He's got a plan, and a dream." She shrugged her shoulders. "I just want to make sure nothing happens before he gets his shot."

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"I was in it," Mitchell had to point out, "Knocked over a chair in one of the bar scenes!"

... Okay, Mitchell. Back to the topic. "The administration's watching over him," he continued, watching Vicki with a set of shifty eyes. "Nobody's eager to see him hurt."

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Vicki laughed, then settled into a small, reluctant smirk. "So that's for you too." She grumbled, then said, "Okay. Okay. But if he gets hurt while you're here-- I'm at least asking you what the hell happened." Not holding him responsible. But finding him to ask whose butt she had to kick to fix it. And if being a vampire would be enough. "As the man on the scene. Sorta."