"Hello, you have reached the voice mail of Harriet Jones, Dean of Students, Fandom High. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you. Oh, and you might want to tell me a bit about why you're calling, just so I'm not completely surprised when I return it."

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It had been a long time since Harriet Jones had woken up with someone. So long, in fact, that she couldn't actually remember the last time.

Had she thought about it, she would not have expected to wake up with someone this morning, especially not this someone. But, much to her surprise, Tony was still with her. More, he was curved around her, one arm draped over her, and by his breathing she thought he was still asleep.

She closed her eyes again. He was warm, this felt good, and soon enough she would have to deal with yesterday and tomorrow. For now, she would simply enjoy the moment.

[ooc: for the other person in the bed (and I never thought I'd be writing that) who was modded with permission.]

Quietly, calmly, Harriet made tea and used it to down two analgesics. As they took effect, she sat down at her desk, looking at the paperwork stacked neatly on it. Some of it was clawed, and she touched the class lists with one finger.

The Sarah Kerrigan she had known and loved was dead. There was nothing she could do but mourn her loss.

But there was something else. Something that had crystallised as she'd stared at the Doctor. Even with everything between them, he had been her first thought. Her first, and last, hope. Even with everything, her faith in his ability remained unshakeable, something she hadn't known until tonight.

With steady fingers, she set the device he'd given her on the desk.

She had left London to return to Flydale North after the No Confidence vote. She had left Flydale North for here. But she had never left England behind and, she realised, sitting up straighter, she had never left her responsibilities behind.

She had set them aside, but they could never be taken from her. They could only be surrendered, and she had never given them up.

"And I never will," she said, lifting her head. Quietly, calmly, she picked up her pen and began to write.

[ooc: It's open, and Harriet will be here most of the day. It's her last (relatively) public post in Fandom, so if you wanted to talk to her before she leaves on Sunday morning, this is it!]

Harriet woke to pain. A dull throbbing in her back, in her neck, and a sharp ache in her heart.

It didn't matter. None of it mattered.

Kerrigan would be gone by now. She'd failed, hadn't been able to stop her, but she'd be damned if she would give in without a fight.

Mouth set, eyes determined, she stalked through the streets of Fandom. There was one person who could help, and he would help, if she had to tear down the world to make him.

[ooc: NFI, fine for B!]

Harriet had crept in late last night, still a cougar - which, granted, had made the creeping easier - and curled up on the couch under a blanket.

The couch which seemed a lot smaller this morning. And there was something heavy pinning her down.

She opened one eye to find Mustang eyeing her balefully from her stomach. "I could have eaten you with one bite, you know," she told him. He blinked at her, unimpressed. "I also seem to be somewhat lacking in clothes." Thankfully the aforementioned blanket could be made to serve, once the cat was dislodged, and she wrapped it around herself, sari style.

[ooc: Open for any of her fellow residents, with a SP proviso in effect.]

A week's break for the students meant a week's hard work for the faculty. This was why Harriet was in her office, diligently going through her paperwork.

Though pawing through her paperwork would be a more accurate description.

Seeing as she was a cougar.

With an irritated growl, she shook her paw, trying to get the class lists off her claws.

The vice-principal was a big cat, and she hadn't had any tea. This wouldn't be a good day to irritate her.

[ooc: so very open, should anyone happen by. (Pings will be collected in the morning cause I sleep now).]

It was, no matter how strange it seemed to Harriet, a date. Not that she was quite sure how it happened.

And given that it was a date (and she also wasn't sure when she'd last had one of those, now that she thought about it), and her current position in the school, going off the island had seemed the thing to do.

"Is there a reason it's the International House of Pancakes," she asked as she took her seat, looking around bemusedly. "They are only in America."

[ooc: For that sometimes shiny guy, and NFB for distance. Up early for zee timezones.]

Harriet was sitting on the deck, drinking her tea and watching Mustang (the cat) hunt something brown and skittery.

Make that somethings brown and skittery, she mentally corrected, as several more of them landed on the deck, then scattered as Mustang pounced.

Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she realised what they looked like. Cockroaches. Only bigger. Much bigger.

At least they were keeping Mustang entertained.

[ooc: primarily for one, but open to all, and I didn't *mean* to spam the flist with horror so early in the FH morning.]

Harriet woke up slowly, as she usually did, and stretched uncomfortably. She felt like she'd fallen asleep in her chair. Not that it would be the first time, though usually she had her head on her desk and not on a pillo--

Memory caught up with her, and she sat up, the blanket and pillow falling to the floor, and looked around for the Doctor, eyes narrowed, face expressionless.

[ooc: TARDIS modded with permission and just for one.


...oh dear.]