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Outside the Perk, Monday afternoon

Few people back home would recognize the clean cut young man sitting outside the Perk Monday afternoon, a cup of tea to one side, a stack of papers, recipes, and a notebook laid out in front of him. He was freshly shaven, his hair nicely combed and entirely naturally colored -- he was even wearing a sweater vest. A sweater vest. And he was diligently working away on this week's lesson plan for his class.

There was absolutely nothing suspicious about Boaz Priestly. He worked very hard to keep it that way.

He was at least wearing a t-shirt underneath his sweater vest with a picture of a crocodile playing electric guitar. He refused to give up his awesome t-shirts entirely.

[ooc: for other fine upstanding citizens of the island, or at least those pretending to be]

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"Really?" Yes, she'd been thinking dessert forks and such. "I guess I never really thought about that before."

"Well, that's why I teach," Priestly said. "Without good teachers, you kids will go along and never learn anything."

Like how to subtly take down a dictator. If he could even plant the seed of rebellion, he'll figure he's done his job right.

"I know. I'm so glad some of the old ones left." Left, were gotten rid of... "Do you know how hard it is to apply to a real college as it is? You need to have at least some valuable life skills. It's a good thing we have people like you."

Well, at least if she went to college, there was hope. "I wouldn't know, actually. I went straight into teaching after graduation. School needed a home ec guy, and I had the skills."

"See, I was thinking about that," Annie said excitedly. "Really thinking through my plans? And I'm starting to think that the education of today's youth might be a good path for me. At least for a little while. Teaching something easy, like calculus or something. I mean, it worked for you, right?"

Aaaand there went the ray of hope. "Well, sure, if you're really really really really really sure that calculus is what you want to do. If not, I'd definitely suggest college."

"Well, I want to," Annie admitted. "But it's just... I feel like this is a really good cause, and after all Principal Umbridge has done for me, I really can't just leave her."

"College isn't forever," Priestly reasoned. Though he was rather hoping running away would be. "You'd be even more useful with a degree, right?"

"Sure, eventually, but there's still so much to do now," she reasoned. "I mean, the rebels aren't going to quash themselves. Though that would be helpful."

She didn't actually like quashing.

"Well, that's what Ms. Umbridge's quashers are for, right? They're pretty well organized, after all. And, hey, maybe the rebels will be all quashed out by the time you're set to go. There can't be that many of them left."

Was he digging for what she knew about the loyalist forces and the size of the resistance? Maaaaaaaaaaaybe.

"Well, maybe. Maybe if I said please," she said thoughtfully. "You probably know better than I do, being a teacher and all, though."

"I'm a home ec teacher," he pointed out. "Cooking doesn't have that much to do with quashing. I try to let the people with more experience in that area take charge."

"Hmm. I'll have to get an update on things, I guess," she said thoughtfully. "Well, I should get back to the dorms with plenty of time before curfew. But thanks for the talk!"

"Hey, any time." Priestly seriously couldn't figure out if she was actually brainwashed or not. That really just made her even creepier.

He wondered if a failing grade would possibly snap her out of it. Or maybe it would just send her spiralling deeper into the pit of Umbridge-despair.

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