DANCING QUEEN / HIGHSCHOOL AU

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Following the early drive to the high school and preparing for the lectures and activities of the day, the man had taken to standing outside the door of his Art History class -- greeting his students as they walked in and shaking his head in mild exasperation every time he spotted Aine lagging behind due to cramming her nose in a book. 

Not that he disapproved of her reading habits; she inherited them from him after all.

However, he still failed to understand her insistence on heading to her locker only to begin reading so intently she loses track of time.  While he dotted on her, he could hardly exhibit favoritism by ignoring any potential tardies -- her luck with racing in just in time wouldn't last forever.

Time was ticking, but at last she was headed over, book in tow as always.  He sighed, shaking his head once again and found himself blinking when Libellule saved the day from a potential collision.  Jesus.  "Aine," he chided lightheartedly, "you really shouldn't walk-and-read, [abbr=my child]a leanbh[/abbr]."

Swiftly, his hazel eyes moved, brows raising in mild curiosity over Theodore's cast.  Skateboard, probably.  "Your arm healing well, Theodore?"

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / penned by lamby