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The Perk, Tuesday morning

Bruce had a late night in one of his hidden workshops in his apartment (he had three... look, it was a large apartment!) working on some weapons. He'd heard about the plan for detention this weekend. He wasn't sure yet how that plan would affect his cover (maybe even rendering it needless), but it was a potential game-changer. So he needed to be prepared.

Unfortunately, being an up-and-coming figure in the Umbridge High regime meant he couldn't really afford to sleep in after a late night. He needed to be out, active, and awake in the daylight. And that meant a trip to the Perk, where Bruce could caffeinate himself while apparently working on lesson plans. That work would probably go a little more smoothly if the barista weren't in the background singing about the specials of the day. He had to give her some credit. At least she wasn't lazily using things ending in "-cino" for her rhymes.

[OOC: Open, although I will be slow due to work!]

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Soon, Bruce would get a visitor.

To be more precise, he would get a serenade from a well-dressed girl with newly red hair.

Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do
'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy

I'm stickin' to my guy
Like a stamp to a letter
Like the birds of a feather
We stick together
I'm tellin' you from the start
I can't be torn apart from my guy

Juliet smiled a bit when she finished. "That was a little strange, but ... hi! Are you being all teacher-y?"

She still couldn't believe her boyfriend was actually teaching.

"I was trying to, but all of the singing going on is a little distracting," Bruce said giving a quick glance back to the barista, who had moved on to the ballet portion. Presumably that was to highlight the specials. It was clearly one of THOSE days. "Of course, you can distract me anytime you want." He let his eyes linger on her hair for a moment.

"The hair's new. I like it."

"Thank you," Juliet said as she ran a hand over said hair, and sat at the table on the side that seemed least likely to be crashed into by a barista grand jeté. "The blonde's getting a teensy bit tricky to find on the island, so I figured -- really, red's more sophisticated, isn't it?"

"Not that you need any help looking sophisticated," Bruce said. "But I will admit that I've always had a thing for redheads, so I'm a big fan of this look."

His mom had red hair. Surprising no one. The guy had issues.

"So am I," Juliet smiled. "So, how are you? How was class? Are most of the kids behaving?"

Juliet did not like being reminded she was still in school.

"It's still a strange that nobody in the class was here before I graduated. I'm assuming that's a compliment and the school likes how I prepare people for living here," Bruce said. "But no troublemakers. Lots of questions, which you have to expect. I'm happy with how it's going so far. It feels good to do this kind of work." Planting seeds of doubt, undermining the seeming point of his lectures. He took his work very seriously.

"But I hope you've been able to keep yourself entertained while I've been working. I know it's a change not having me around in the dorms anymore. I'm a little less available now."

Juliet scrunched her nose, shrugged. You can call me any day or night, call me ... When you're ready we can share the wine, she suggested melodically. "I don't mind. We knew you had to grow up sometime, right? And nobody's coming down on us about the teacher/student thing, which is perfect."

"I'm sure we'll be okay on that front through the end of summer. We'll be able to figure out how to make things work for us after that when we come to it," Bruce said. "In the meantime, there are some advantages to to the way things are. There's more opportunity for privacy living in town, for one."

"Oh, I'm not even worried about what comes after summer," Juliet averred. "There are planes and Skype and things. And for now, getting a chance to get out of the dorms sometimes and see you is awesome. I wish people would settle down and behave so we had a nice peaceful time on the island, but..."

She shrugged. What could you do?

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"I've put a lot of thought into sticking around into the fall, actually," Bruce said. "I'm sure we'll find a way to end the hostilities soon, and with the amount of work I've put in here, it would be a shame to move on before we've finished the job."

"And then the island will be an even better place to live."

"You could maybe even stay until I graduate," Juliet suggested -- slyly, she thought. "Pretend you're British and call it a gap year. And then we could start college together."

She eyed him thoughtfully. "Are there actual plans on how to end things, or are you just talking? tell me more, tell me more...

"I'm not high enough on the totem pole to know anything like that. I just have faith that the right side will win soon," Bruce scoffed. "But if I'm right about that, I think your plan sounds very nice."

"Why, thank you, kind sir," Juliet said affectionately. "It'd be amazing if you were right. I could have a peaceful, normal senior year."

Having people get killed in front of your dorms was just tacky.

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"Well, if there's anything I can do to speed the process along, I'll be sure to do it," Bruce said. "Just to make things better for you."

"Is there anything I can do?" Juliet wondered. "I've been talking about Umbridge every chance I get, but maybe there's more."

"Just follow the rules and keep praising our leader to your classmates and you'll be doing your part. I don't want to see you put at risk if the rebels try anything," Bruce said.

That was actually sincere. He may have been using Juliet for his cover, but that didn't mean he didn't have some genuine affection for her. He preferred if she didn't end up in the crossfire. Or as someone he'd need to hit with a projectile eventually.

"Consider it done," Juliet said firmly. "And maybe in a couple weeks things will be better and you'll be able to relax a little more."

"Just don't let me get too relaxed. I wouldn't know what to do with myself then," Bruce joked.

Juliet shrugged delicately. "Take your girlfriend on vacation when it's a little easier to travel?" she tried. "For a start, anyhow."

"Do you have any locations in mind?" Bruce checked.

"Paris?" Juliet tried. "I haven't been since I was small, have you?"

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"Once, when I was thirteen," Bruce said. "It seemed nice, but it was a school thing and I didn't get to see much."

Of course, he had a different take on 'a school thing' than most people. "I wanted to go back a couple years ago. But like you said, travel isn't simple."

"It never is, is it?," Juliet agreed. "Even when we're home" -- and that was a twin-we, not a me-and-you-we -- "finding the time and getting everybody to agree to the trip can bite. There's always somebody acting like New York will fall apart without us. Add in school and it gets even worse."

"When everything settles down here, we'll have to see what we can manage," Bruce said, leaning in a little closer to flash a smile.

And those were certainly not twin-we's.

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