Watch And Learn So You Can Get It Right

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 Every now and again Doctor F remembered that this was actually a school and not a multi-roomed holding cell. The influx of new students reminded him, this time around. So he went and poked at the other teachers to remind them to do their jobs. 

Well, he had to prod Lady Tremaine and Mother Gothel. Yen Sid, it seems, has been teaching all along, whenever someone wanted to come in for a lesson. Unlike the others he was accessible and available. Well, now all of them were. How long that might last, however....  

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He nodded. "That's all I ask, Cherie. The cards probably won't deal us off of this rock, but if we agree that if one escapes they argue for the other..." He gave her a winning smile. "Just think on it. I'm the headmaster. If I tell those gullible fools that you've been attending all your classes... I get you out of this place, all you gotta do is get me out as well. All I'm asking you to do for now," he offered his hand to shake it, "is to agree to think about it."

[lovebites_sodoi]

The urge to smirk was strong, but she repressed it. If she was going to bat for anyone, the teachers and headmasters weren't at the top of the list. But let him have some hope. Dangle the bait.

This hadn't been the first time Morgana made a shady deal with someone far shadier than her... but you'd think she'd have learned her lesson after those times went very badly. At least she was in a school now?

She shook his hand, her touch cold. "Trust me... I'll be thinking of little else, your highness." A little teasing, regarding the King Of Spades crack earlier.

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His lips twitched up in a smile as he shook her hand. He leaned forward and whispered. "You're quite pretty when you lie, cheire," and then he let go of her hand and headed past her.

[lovebites_sodoi]

Whatever smile she had left vanished. Here she'd been thinking she'd gotten away with something, but once again, when she'd made a deal, the other had gotten the advantage. Anger bubbled in her chest... she was nobody's puppet. If he thought she was going to play by his rules for long, his real card should have been the joker.

She walked in the opposite direction, growling quietly. The last purple-clad man who had called her pretty hadn't changed her lifestyle, so this one certainly wasn't going to. And the former was much more handsome, to boot.

The growling eventually turned into a hum of the Darkwing Duck theme song. For some reason.

Thank you for the thread

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