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WHAT in person
WHERE Heavenly Grounds
WHEN 75!!

[So how do you feel about getting into the holiday spirit? Because with all that wine around from the Bingo victories someone's put a sign up outside Heavenly Grounds today advertising a ~holiday party~ There's festive decorations with mulled wine, hot toddies, spiked egg nog. You name it, it's there to get you plastered.

And I guess there's cookies and fruit cake and stuff too, but who needs food when there's drinking?]

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[his ears turn a bit red.]

Iiiit's both? I was the misery of my tutors, and there's no purpose in acting otherwise. I can't understand the detailed workings behind it all. But the... general, logical nature of it, and the people who can go into specifics like I can't, I think it's just amazing.

I think you could learn if you had the inclination. Your tutors likely didn't know how best to make it accessible to you. That, and you surely prioritized other things over dedicating yourself to the details. But it's no question of capability.

[he blinks up at him? Briefly startled? Then, laughs it off]

I've always been a fool, Professor.

I don't like to waste my time with fools.

Are you saying you'd waste time with me?

I'm saying I wouldn't consider it wasted.

[again, just a bit startled.]

To teach me, really? Teach me what?

I teach Alexander . . . mainly magical theory, philosophy, and military strategy. You're welcome to join in the discussions sometimes.

[. . .]

Really. Hah...

Sometimes it's a lecture and reading. Sometimes it's yelling at each other while drinking.

[his ears are red?? and he laughs, incredulous]

You, you know! You're the first professor in hundreds of years to offer to teach me a thing or two.

[looks at him for a long moment. then grins.]

If you'd rather not, I understand.

[he very well knows that's not the issue here]

That isn't what I'm on about, and you. You know it, look at you.

Hmmmmmm.

"Hmmm."

Very well, I accept.

Right. Good.

[there's a bit more warmth in his voice now]

Should I keep it a secret from Loki?

Oh, did you figure that through your insight too? Hah, yeah, please. That way if I fail horribly he can't laugh at me.

I just know better than to meddle with love and politics, and especially family politics.

Offering to teach me is hardly a political coup. The worst that would happen is he would ask me why I'm wasting my time.

[just shrugs. shrug shrug shrug]

. . . in any case, we're hardly starting tonight.

[he frowns at his line of empty glasses sort of blearily. like. where did these come from.]

[he chews his lip, grinning fondly at Waver, curious and his eye glittering.]

What, you can't rant about what enrages you the most about your academic peers? Isn't that the reflex after seven beers?

[opens his mouth. closes his mouth.]

[POINTS. at Thor.]

Do not.

Do not get you started?

Do not.

[he stands up, bracing himself with both hands on the table]

I'm going outside for a smoke. You coming?

[Thor hums, looking up at him, then gets to his feet too.]

Sounds great.