254/Fey-ling classes

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Fey-ling classes
Date of Scene: 03 March 2020
Location: Somewhere in HHHS
Synopsis: Morgan gets saved from (serious) trouble by an unexpected friend.
Cast of Characters: Alexander Aaron, Morgan le Fay, Sanjeev Bassi




Alexander Aaron has posed:
    From the faculty offices, young Alexander Aaron emerges. He's got a backpack slung over his shoulder and his footsteps are light and easy even as he casually munches on a fast food burger that he must've gotten from somewhere, since those aren't available downstairs in the cafeteria. But for now he seems at ease for the most part, hands deep in the pockets of his jeans as he strolls along, shoulders a little hunched.
    Outside Winter's reasserted itself, what with last night's snowfall and the chill of the season grasping hold of the thermometer. Inside it's nice and warm, and with the lunch break still going on... the blond youth with the hazel eyes seems content to just walk along the halls heading in the /vaguely/ general direction of the cafeteria.
    You know, just in case someone gives him grief for wandering the halls.

Morgan le Fay has posed:
Morgana's just a little annoyed. Winter. Snow. Merlin's settled into the hood of her coat that's not been taken off all day...her black kitten familiar poking his head out of the hood to watch it all. "I know" Morgana says. "We'll get you food" she says. Then she spies Alex. That's the moment a hall monitor spots them both. Well. Shit.

"Young Mr. Aaron. Miss Lefey come with me" the monitor says. "Do we get to go o the cafe for detention?" Morgana asks snidely. Her mood is like outside. Cold and harsh with a sudden temper.

So she traipses for a few paces and stops, looking to Alex. "You seriously?" she hisses, "Got a burger? I'm jealous"

Which is Morgana speak for 'I want one. NOW' So..she's hatching a little plan. She can teleport anywhere in a city. Which is a good thing, too,the hall monitor watching them both silently.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The young Olympian had been walking along calmly, manner a little distant and lost in thought. Then he scowls when he sees the new arrivls and crinkles his nose.
    At first Alexander says, "Hey, I was called to Miss Johnson's office." He gestures with the jerk of a thumb behind him, but then shrugs and just follows along, accepting that he's now supposed to follow this hall monitor person. He does take a deep breath, heaves it with someting alost akin to a sigh.
    But then his attention is drawn to Morgan and she expresses that jealousy. For a moment the blond youth eyeballs her, taking in the tall senior girl and crinkling his nose. "You want this one?" And he offers it to her. Half-eaten. But still, could be worse.%

Morgan le Fay has posed:
Morgan grits her teeth as the hall monitor gets all in her face demanding her familiar. "Piss off" Morgan growls. "I. Morgana lefy will not give you my cat" she snaps, and throws a punch. When Morgana's too calm...it's scary. When she's angry. it's somehow scarier. And it's a full on, not pulled, punch, too. She's throwing it at the hall monitor for being up in her face. "Se, go after him for having food" Morgan hisses at the monitor. "I'm not even doing anything. You want to get that stick out of your ass or is it keeping your head above water?"
ROh she's not a happy Morgana. Nope. She's mouthing off and being brutally coldly honest. "I've never cared for you hall monitors. All you do is get on a power trip and pretend you got power when you don't. You're nothing but jumped up goody towo shoe rule followers who'll snitch if we're one moment late for classs" she finishes, glaring daggers at the monitor.

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    Italian leather shoes echoing on the cheap tile-like floor the hallway, a young Indian man looked around himself at his surroundings. He never thought that after all the effort he had put in to finish at school he would find himself back in the halls of one once again. Though, this time he would not be here as a student. Why his father had decided to call him in as a personal favor to one of his associates to help her teaching staff here he did not know. But, when his father called it was not on him to argue but to jump instead. Such was the hierarchy of an immigrant family.

    Brushing a hand through his dark locks of hair, Sanjeev checked the buttons of his deep navy blazer with his free hand habitually. Bits of unmelted snowflakes fell from his hair and the plaid scarf around his neck as he dusted himself off while walking. The handsome man then rounded the corner on his way to the faculty office and into what he could tell was likely an escalating situation by the body language of the people involved. He remembered hall monitors from school and couldn't remember any situation when they had managed to actuall de-escalate a situation.

    Stepping forward quickly, Sanjeev interposed his own body between Morgan and the hall monitor as she swung her fist. More than a decade of kung fu experience allowed him to shoot a hand forward to slide it to the inside of her swinging arm to let it go awry of his body as he kept his own hand going to the back of her shoulder to make it look like he was putting his arm around her in a friendly way.

    "It's nice to see you again," he said smoothly with a warm smile at Morgan, though he had never met her in his life. Turning to the hall monitor, he gave a respectful nod. "Sorry about all this. I'm Sanjeev Bassi. I've met these two previously and they must have heard that I was coming, so they waited for me."

    The hall monitor looked at him in confusion after Morgan's wrathful words. "But, she just...wait, aren't you supposed to be here next week, Mr. Bassi?"

    Sanjeev simply smiled a warm smile. "I came a bit early to see the school a bit beforehand," he replied warmly.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    For his part, Alexander doesn't seem too bothered by the situation as he stands there with the burger still in his hand and occasionally taking a bite. A glance is spared for the monitor, the kitten, Sanjeev, then Morgana herself. A deep long breath is taken, then sloooowly lets it escape as he exhales with a fairly long and weary sigh. He takes another bite.
    After a moment he steps to the side and then glances at Morgana, then back to the monitor. Then back at Morgana. "You might need some therapy." That pronouncement made he starts to walk on toward the cafeteria, still munching on his burger.

Morgan le Fay has posed:
Morgan nods. "Nice to see you again too" she says and still is doing her best to glare at the monitor. "What are you doing here though?" she asks then glances to Aaron and back to Sanjeev. So what if she didn't punch the jumped up hall cop? Time for that....later. She returns the hug, a little surprised really. See. Morgana's not used to affection in any great deal. Rather she smiles, seeming to enjoy it. Which genuinely? She is.

Looking over Sanjeev's head (the benefit of being tall), Morgan smiles more. "So. Classes post lunch. Or, go home, sleep"

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    "Well, you see, I was invited here to guest lecture next week..." he began speaking and trailed off as the hall monitor wrote off whatever trouble Morgan had managed to get herself into as too much of a hassle with the interference of a guest that had been invited by the school administration and decided to walk off to patrol the rest of the school.

    "...and yeesh," he finished the sentence before breathing a sigh of relief. "Not sure what the problem was, but maybe try not to get yourself expelled from school for hitting a member of the school faculty?" he said with a charming roguish grin and a sidelong glance at Morgan. Though the young Indian man didn't seem to be more than a couple years older than her, he most definitely didn't seem like a student--especially not with how well he was dressed. Unless his family was in possession of more wealth than most.

    Turning to face her fully once again, he extended his right hand to shake hers in greeting if she took it. "Though I've already stated it, I am Sanjeev Bassi," he said, his chestnut-hued eyes locking with hers as he gave her a warm smile.

Morgan le Fay has posed:
Morgan nods. "Sanjeev. Okay" she says and looks pleased. "Thanks by the way for saving me from the oh so fierce scales of high school justice!"

Oh yeah, she's mouthy and cold and ruthless and honest and and and stuff, so...

So she nodss loking pleased to have help on her side for once, that's not magic in nature. Good thing, too. Morgan and hall monitors don't normally get along. Or it's that whole brutal honesty thing that she's got. Somehow she's still doing good though. Impressive work, Morg

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    Letting his unshaken hand drop back to his side, Sanjeev took it in stride and smiled wryly. "Hey, don't count on that being a normal occurrence," he teased, the wry smile becoming a charming grin, tapping the side of his head with and index finger before he waggled the same finger at her playfully. "I'll be a guest lecturer here which means I will technically be faculty. So, you should probably keep yourself out of trouble on a more regular basis, Miss...?"

Morgan le Fay has posed:
"Noted" Morgana says with a look, and she shakes her head. "I'm trying. I'm trying" she says firmly. Plan definitely in motion. Plan definitely in motion, her goals start with 'staying out of trouble' and go from there, mostly since, well, her goals simply have here as a stepping stone.