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So the Schola was having a Time of it. First Merlin had died, murdered by who-the-fuck-knows, Professor Ozpin had disappeared, and so had Mr Branwen, which were two of her favourite teachers just...gone. Oh, and Robin had vanished too, replaced by a different, better version. She knew, of course she knew, that the Merlin here wasn't the Merlin from her world, and that her dislike of him was irrational. Projecting, whatever. And that he didn't deserve it, because he wasn't the Merlin from her world, which meant that he didn't do anything to make her dislike him, and she was still sad about his death, because he was a good headmaster, but not as sad as she felt she should feel ,and she felt guilty about not feeling as sad as she thought she should feel and maybe it was just time to take a break.
Claire didn't have any class, so she was on Enrique duty. Trucy did have class, and Claire was waiting for her to get out. But...the sun was out, and though autumn was here, it was the kind of day where summer lingered in the air, in the sun, where in the shade was too cold and out of it was too hot but you just found a balance and lived with it because it was worth it when you got there. Enrique was pretty sleepy, so she just...held him, rocking him back and forth in the sun, trying to get him to sleep again. Around her, students went on their day-to-day, heading to classes, running from homework, but there was a shadow over the school now, a knowledge that things, no matter what, would be different from now on.
It was like after Tommy had been murdered, but heavier, even worse because they didn't know who did it, and they didn't know why it happened, and the Headmaster wasn't here to reassure them that it was all going to be okay. There was the Acting Headmistress, who had apparently taught here before, but Claire didn't know her, not really. She couldn't claim to know Merlin, but they had talked, like, once. She had left the Shadowstaff in his care, for a little while.
It was weird, to think of the school in the hands of a stranger.