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Over the tea with Betsy planned here,

Lunch had been good, if a bit spartan compared to his usual selection. Shinobi's nerves were still on edge, after his talk with Alison the day before, and it left him alternately queasy and just plain not hungry. Hands tucked in his pockets, he makes his way down the hall and stops in from of Elisabeth's office, eyeing the door a moment before lifting a hand to knock. What's the worst that could happen, after all? It's just a friendly talk over a cuppa.

Elisabeth stared at the door, her index finger hanging off her lips. Her eyes appearing to look through the walls, as she'd followed his progression through the halls, spying in on his clouded thoughts. Alison Blaire had been making her rounds.

Before he could raise his hand to knock on the door, she called out loud enough for him to hear. "Come in, Shinobi."

He pauses short of lifting his hand, blinking once and allowing himself a faint, wry smile. Telepaths. With a shrug, Shinobi reaches out to take the invitation and open the door, offering up a friendly grin as he lets himself inside. "Good afternoon. Not buried under too much paperwork, I hope?"

Taking in his expression, she smirked. "It's an annoying habit that comes in handy from time to time." Elisabeth stood, motioning for him to enter, reshuffling her stack of notes as she spoke. "There have been some things I've been wanting to talk to you about. But first, have a seat."

With a thoughtful noise, Shinobi inclines his head towards Elisabeth, closing the door behind himself before he dutifully makes his way towards a free chair. "Thank you. I'd say I'm surprised you've wanted to talk to me, but my ego's trying to keep me from such, I think. At any rate.. what can I do for you?"

"Mr. Shaw, an individual as yourself, should never feel surprised at anything." She quirked an eyebrow at him, walking across the room to the tea set. "Though I do have a reason for calling you here."

He quashes down the brief surge of unease at being called such - while accurate, it makes him think someone's talking to his father - and settles into a chair, watching Elisabeth curiously from his seat. "Even Shaws can be surprised.. we're just meant to be better at hiding it than others."

"Duly noted." She poured two cups of Earl Grey tea and handed one to Shinobi, as she returned to her desk. Elisabeth held the cup with both hands. "Though I did not ask you here to talk about the secrets of the Shaw family recipes. Actually, I wanted to congratulate you."

Shinobi blinks a little as he reaches up to accept the cup, peering curiously across the desk. "Congratulate me?" he echos, brow knitting together. "For what?"

"On your newly acquired position, as a teaching adjunct," she said casually.

One of his eyebrows shoots up his forehead, and it's all he can do to keep his tone from becoming one of disbelief. "Beg pardon?"

This time, she can't hold in the smile. "Like I said, you'll be teaching this upcoming term. I believe, you'll be responsible for World History and Geography. Though I doubt you'll be made to teach the older students, for conflicting reasons. But, I do believe your focus will be on the younger age groups."

Very slowly, Shinobi nods his head, glancing down to his tea thoughtfully. "Well, at least that should be relatively easy for me to manage.. though I'm not very good with younger children." He looks back up, smiling wryly. "Suppose it'll be a learning experience for all involved."

"I believe that was the Professor's idea.," she paused. "He must have much faith in you to trust you with his little ones."

He blinks twice, seeming rather surprised by this news. "He must," Shinobi agrees, glancing down to his tea again. "I'll do everything I can not to let him down."

"You'll be wise to do so." She rose from her seat, bringing her hand up to shake his. "Congratulations, Shinobi."

"You can congratulate me at the end of the term, if I do well," Shinobi muses, lifting his head and hesitating a moment before reaching out to shake the offered hand just the same.

"Or better yet, perhaps if you manage to finish the term, intact. I wish you all the best then." Elisabeth returned the sturdy handshake. "Though, I'm sure you'll do well"

Shinobi chuckles, bowing his head slightly as he gives her hand a shake. "If I can survive piano lessons with Miles, world history should be cake." He pauses for a moment, tilting his head curiously. "So.. does this make me faculty, or just a student with more to do?" He grins.

"A student with perks," she smiled. "At least for now."

"Oh-ho, room for advancement?" Shinobi grins, unable to keep from waggling his eyebrows. "I think I can handle this alright."

"Of that, I have no doubt," walking over to her office door, she lead Shinobi out. "Good luck to you, I'm quite sure you'll be needing it."

Taking a moment to quickly drink his tea (and despite the speed, somehow still do it in a well-mannered and neat fashion - such talent), Shinobi sets his cup down before allowing himself to be lead back to the door, chuckling dryly. "Oh, no doubt. If you've got any advice, I'm all ears."

"If they rear their teeth, I suggest you run, ask questions later. Besides that, you should do smashingly."

"I think I can handle that," Shinobi nods, smiling wryly. "Thanks. I, uh, think. If I survive, thanks."

"Glad I could be of service," Elisabeth bowed her head. "You should be shown which grad office you'll be using in the mean time and if you have questions, feel free to come on over. I'll be up to my head in paperwork until the start of term."