One of God's children

Last day of the actual school term, and Mitchell was... at work, for once. He was still coasting on feelings of goodwill thanks to Fleur and Bernie's faith - which was why there was music quietly playing in the background, and he was humming softly along.

It was a good day.

If it wasn't for the paperwork...

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Beyond the short blip in the afternoon where he spent some time overseeing ASS (and hoping to God Emmett and Gabrielle wouldn't make one out of themselves that time, usually futilly), Mitchell was in his office today. He had some coffee and a bag of biscuits he'd bought at Turtle & Canary that morning.

He also had a phone, and a remote, between which he alternated. Tonight was George's Time of the Month, and they had some safety issues to iron out.

On the other hand, there was... okay, there was nothing on BBC World.

Sigh.

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Technically, his class was already over, but Mitchell intended to make use of his office regardless. You never knew who could show up unexpected, needing some help, or--

Okay, he was in his office because it had a better TV than he had at home, and he'd swung by the pizza place for something to eat. He still had a club on Thursday, so using a portal to nip home for just a single day seemed a little gratuitous. He'd have to amuse himself until then.

Which he did. He was... researching. For his next class. Yes.

By mocking half the shows on Comedy Central.

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Mitchell spent most of the day on the phone with Portalocity. Sure, he had a house on Fandom, but he also didn't relish the idea of George and Annie stuck alone together in that place in Bristol.

Which meant he needed an arrangement, and he was going to have to spend an awful lot of time arguing to make it even remotely affordable. "What if I only use portals during set times, then? Oh, come on, you can't tell me you only charter. How is it that you haven't crashed and burned yet in this market? There's an economic crisis on, do you really want to lose my business?"

His door was open, though, if you were willing to come in and disturb the vampire shouting and fumbling over the phone.

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Mitchell had spent most of yesterday back in Baltimore watching bad TV and drinking worse beer, but the truth was he couldn't spend all of his time indoors feeling sorry for himself. Back to Fandom it was, and office hours besides, and maybe even redecorating his own flat here a bit.

Of course, being Mitchell, that mostly amounted to shifting some posters around. He'd leave the IKEA to George, thank you very much.

He perched his feet on the desk and turned on the television, humming something under his breath.

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What with promising all of these people he'd be in his office, Mitchell actually had to go to his office. At least all the Miley had been dealt with, and the TV was working again in the way that all good TVs should.

He also had that boombox now, though. He should probably return it to the music department. Soonish. You know.

... He'd managed to get a Best of the 60s Compilation sent in from Baltimore where George kept half his stuff. Chances of that box going back were small.

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It was a Wednesday, and Mitchell had mostly driven worries about people going around paralysing each other out of his mind. Instead, he had gone to his office, like he'd promised Kate, ordered a pizza, and turned on the television.

Just because he was a vampire didn't mean he needed to spend his days indoors in a coffin or something. ... Although he wouldn't put it past Herrick to start enforcing that one on a lark.

Anyway, BBC World had not yet lost its wonders, and the pizza was decent, so Mitchell was sated.

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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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Mitchell's nerves hadn't quite settled yet, but every day made a repeat visit from Herrick less likely - at least for the forseeable future. So Wednesday found him laying out lesson plans, flicking through books, and only occasionally checking travel books for somewhere safer.

Just as a precaution. He had no real willingness to let his past drive him out of house and home.

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Monday had been an exceptionally bad day, and Mitchell had spent most of it cornered up in the house smoking and watching old films on TV to keep himself distracted. On Tuesday, he still had the occasional bout of the shakes, but he was looking far better.

So he walked out to his office, where he tossed his sunglasses on the desk and took a seat. All the work he'd done at cheering it up had done wonders, and for the first time in several days, he felt almost human again.

For whatever measure of it he was capable of.

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