 Snow Miser | Munchy | Molly Hooper | T | Hey, you | Phantom | Mrs. Chris Evans | Brat Pack | Tristalen
Kalen was curious as to who was coming in to his office, but he had a gentle smile on his face as a small head entered his office and spoke. “Hello Miss Beaumont.” He said kindly as the rest of her appeared and settled down in one of the leather chairs across from him.
He pushed his ever present cup of tea aside and focused his attention on her.
“What can I help you with?” He asked as he folded his hands and leaned back in his chair a bit, grinning slightly as Aslan took the movement he made a s sign that he was done with his work and jumped up into his lap. He gently stoked the flame point Siamese cats back, allowing him for the moment to be in his lap.
As long as the cat didn’t get on the desk he was fine. He didn’t feel like explaining again to the students why there was cat hair on their homework. It wasn’t his fault that Aslans favorite napping spot happened to be in the papers he was correcting.
“Of course, please ask away and I’ll try and help you to understand, we’ve been covering Nebulas, did you have any questions about that?” He asked her. |