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xp_logsClea hangs back after magic class to ask some questions and gets more than just answers. She gets an Idea.
Clea closed her notebook as the magic class was dismissed but she did not hurry to leave. Instead she waited until the rest left before moving to the front where Amanda's desk was. "You got a minute or two?"
Amanda looked up from where she was stacking the books she'd been using as references. "Sure, Clea, I'm all yours." She'd had a feeling something like this was due. "Pull up a pew."
Clea pulled a chair up towards the desk and leaned on it, "I didn't tell my parents. They told me news about how my mum's museum received extra funding and they are building out a new location and my dad got a raise. I am the worst."
Amanda paused in her stacking and turned to lean back against the desk, looking at Clea. "You're not the worst," she chided gently. "And it's not an easy topic to bring up. 'S not like you can just randomly drop it into conversation."
"Do you have tips?" Clea asked. "I mean, they have to know eventually. Even if ignorance is a bliss at times."
Amanda screwed up her nose. "'M not the best source of advice for that sort of thing. I mean, I didn't even know my parents until I was sixteen, and it was less about me telling them who I was and more them convincing me they hadn't sold me off." She snorted. "I mean, they know you're adopted already. So maybe start off with asking questions about what they think about you finding your birth parents first? See if you have normal people issues with that before dumping on the rest?"
Clea nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a good idea. They do seem pretty open with telling me things, like I was adopted and that wouldn't change the fact that they love me like their own daughter. I feel like they are too accepting at times.."
Perhaps surprisingly, Amanda burst into laughter. After a moment, she stopped and said with a grin: "You've met my brother Kurt, right? Blue, teleports, has a secondary power of forgiving every fuckup his people make? Yeah, I get the whole "too accepting" thing." She gave Clea a conspiratorial wink. "It still makes me want to see how far I can push him to make him mad sometimes, even now."
"I am going to assume you haven't reached his limits yet." Clea said before leaning on her hand. "Families are weird. Adopted ones and real ones."
"Nope. And while it can drive me bonkers, 's also sort of comforting, knowing he's there and that he's got my back. And I have his." Amanda grimaced. "Which at the moment involves making sure he doesn't mope too much after Jubilee went and dumped him without warning before taking off."
"Ouch. I have never been dumped, and Steve is kind of the first boyfriend I have ever had. I don't know what I would do if he dumped me and than ran off. Probably summon an army of playing cards to attack him." Clea shrugged. "Does he like English tea and biscuits? My mum sent extra and I don't mind sharing. A good cup of tea is good for you."
"I have to work with her, which means no magical vengeance, more's the pity." Amanda made a face and then went on. "And he'd love tea and biscuits and someone to chat to. I'm not always around, especially with work at the moment. The office is kind of crazy since our receptionist went off to Genosha on a deep undercover thing."
"That does seem to put a damper on things. Working with your brother's ex." Clea smiled, "I'll make arrangements. Kurt, right?" She pulled out her notebook and made a note of his name and to send him some tea and biscuits." Her ears perked up at the sounds of a lack of a receptionist. "Why not hire one?" She asked innocently.
"If we were just a research tank, we would. But there's the whole spy-magic-mutant thing as well, so it's not that easy." Amanda shrugged. "We'll sort it out. Just with Jubes taking off to Asia, we're a bit short handed. We'll manage." She tilted her head at Clea. "Sorry, this was supposed to be about your stuff, not my job shite. If you want me to be there when you get around to talking to your folks, just let me know, yeah?"
Clea made one last note in her notebook, "It's fine. Have you thought about hiring someone here at the Mansion" She asked and smiled at Amanda saying she could be there if Clea wanted. "I might just do that. They were talking about possibly visiting here this Summer Holiday, so there is that."
"I'll try and be around while they're here," Amanda said, referring to Clea's parents and summer vacation. "And yeah, the mansion's the most likely bet. I just don't like the idea of bringing in one of the Gen Xers and dumping them into our fucked up world. You do know what we Trenchcoats do, right?"
"I don't think any world is more shite than Dark Dimension." Clea said to her teacher. "It is a spy-magic-mutant thing. You go undercover, possible to one of the World's worst places and you do spy stuff. Gather intel, sleep with the enemy, and possibly leave bodies in your wake. Don't trust anyone." There was a brief pause, "I've seen Atomic Blonde recently."
"'S one thing to visit, another thing to live there," Amanda cautioned. "And yeah. We kill people. We do horrible things to get information to stop other horrible things happening. And crazy people piss in our elevator."
"Its not a summer home, that is for sure." Clea couldn't help smirk, "For spies that do dangerous things, I would think getting rid of crazy people to stop would be easy. Want to borrow Cata? She would make them stop."
"We're trying not to draw attention to ourselves - the crazy bloke already thinks we're some sort of mutant conspiracy, so we're trying not to give him proof." Amanda shrugged. "Like I said, we'll manage. Any way, I should get going - you need anything else?"
"That is why he does his business on the elevator?" Clea nodded but she had an idea. Plus, she was graduating in a few short months and hadn't decided on a college. Working might not be a bad idea, especially at a place where she knew people. "No. Just wanted to make sure I wasn't a horrible person for not telling my parents."
"Pretty much, yeah. And no, you're definitely not. I can tell your parents that when I see them." Amanda winked to show she was only teasing before picking up her papers and books. "See you next class, Clea. Try not to get into too much trouble in the meantime."
Clea smiled at her professor and stood up, "Oh I will. I am a teenager. It is what I do."
Clea closed her notebook as the magic class was dismissed but she did not hurry to leave. Instead she waited until the rest left before moving to the front where Amanda's desk was. "You got a minute or two?"
Amanda looked up from where she was stacking the books she'd been using as references. "Sure, Clea, I'm all yours." She'd had a feeling something like this was due. "Pull up a pew."
Clea pulled a chair up towards the desk and leaned on it, "I didn't tell my parents. They told me news about how my mum's museum received extra funding and they are building out a new location and my dad got a raise. I am the worst."
Amanda paused in her stacking and turned to lean back against the desk, looking at Clea. "You're not the worst," she chided gently. "And it's not an easy topic to bring up. 'S not like you can just randomly drop it into conversation."
"Do you have tips?" Clea asked. "I mean, they have to know eventually. Even if ignorance is a bliss at times."
Amanda screwed up her nose. "'M not the best source of advice for that sort of thing. I mean, I didn't even know my parents until I was sixteen, and it was less about me telling them who I was and more them convincing me they hadn't sold me off." She snorted. "I mean, they know you're adopted already. So maybe start off with asking questions about what they think about you finding your birth parents first? See if you have normal people issues with that before dumping on the rest?"
Clea nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a good idea. They do seem pretty open with telling me things, like I was adopted and that wouldn't change the fact that they love me like their own daughter. I feel like they are too accepting at times.."
Perhaps surprisingly, Amanda burst into laughter. After a moment, she stopped and said with a grin: "You've met my brother Kurt, right? Blue, teleports, has a secondary power of forgiving every fuckup his people make? Yeah, I get the whole "too accepting" thing." She gave Clea a conspiratorial wink. "It still makes me want to see how far I can push him to make him mad sometimes, even now."
"I am going to assume you haven't reached his limits yet." Clea said before leaning on her hand. "Families are weird. Adopted ones and real ones."
"Nope. And while it can drive me bonkers, 's also sort of comforting, knowing he's there and that he's got my back. And I have his." Amanda grimaced. "Which at the moment involves making sure he doesn't mope too much after Jubilee went and dumped him without warning before taking off."
"Ouch. I have never been dumped, and Steve is kind of the first boyfriend I have ever had. I don't know what I would do if he dumped me and than ran off. Probably summon an army of playing cards to attack him." Clea shrugged. "Does he like English tea and biscuits? My mum sent extra and I don't mind sharing. A good cup of tea is good for you."
"I have to work with her, which means no magical vengeance, more's the pity." Amanda made a face and then went on. "And he'd love tea and biscuits and someone to chat to. I'm not always around, especially with work at the moment. The office is kind of crazy since our receptionist went off to Genosha on a deep undercover thing."
"That does seem to put a damper on things. Working with your brother's ex." Clea smiled, "I'll make arrangements. Kurt, right?" She pulled out her notebook and made a note of his name and to send him some tea and biscuits." Her ears perked up at the sounds of a lack of a receptionist. "Why not hire one?" She asked innocently.
"If we were just a research tank, we would. But there's the whole spy-magic-mutant thing as well, so it's not that easy." Amanda shrugged. "We'll sort it out. Just with Jubes taking off to Asia, we're a bit short handed. We'll manage." She tilted her head at Clea. "Sorry, this was supposed to be about your stuff, not my job shite. If you want me to be there when you get around to talking to your folks, just let me know, yeah?"
Clea made one last note in her notebook, "It's fine. Have you thought about hiring someone here at the Mansion" She asked and smiled at Amanda saying she could be there if Clea wanted. "I might just do that. They were talking about possibly visiting here this Summer Holiday, so there is that."
"I'll try and be around while they're here," Amanda said, referring to Clea's parents and summer vacation. "And yeah, the mansion's the most likely bet. I just don't like the idea of bringing in one of the Gen Xers and dumping them into our fucked up world. You do know what we Trenchcoats do, right?"
"I don't think any world is more shite than Dark Dimension." Clea said to her teacher. "It is a spy-magic-mutant thing. You go undercover, possible to one of the World's worst places and you do spy stuff. Gather intel, sleep with the enemy, and possibly leave bodies in your wake. Don't trust anyone." There was a brief pause, "I've seen Atomic Blonde recently."
"'S one thing to visit, another thing to live there," Amanda cautioned. "And yeah. We kill people. We do horrible things to get information to stop other horrible things happening. And crazy people piss in our elevator."
"Its not a summer home, that is for sure." Clea couldn't help smirk, "For spies that do dangerous things, I would think getting rid of crazy people to stop would be easy. Want to borrow Cata? She would make them stop."
"We're trying not to draw attention to ourselves - the crazy bloke already thinks we're some sort of mutant conspiracy, so we're trying not to give him proof." Amanda shrugged. "Like I said, we'll manage. Any way, I should get going - you need anything else?"
"That is why he does his business on the elevator?" Clea nodded but she had an idea. Plus, she was graduating in a few short months and hadn't decided on a college. Working might not be a bad idea, especially at a place where she knew people. "No. Just wanted to make sure I wasn't a horrible person for not telling my parents."
"Pretty much, yeah. And no, you're definitely not. I can tell your parents that when I see them." Amanda winked to show she was only teasing before picking up her papers and books. "See you next class, Clea. Try not to get into too much trouble in the meantime."
Clea smiled at her professor and stood up, "Oh I will. I am a teenager. It is what I do."
