Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 15, 2012 17:08:30 GMT -5
This was a day that had been long in coming.
The important thing was that she could no longer put it off. Already, her middle was becoming thicker, and only the onset of autumn with it's thicker fabrics, darker colors and more conservative cuts had helped her camouflage the roundness of her formerly lean midsection. This would not continue working for much longer. And besides, Morgan had long believed honesty to be generally the best policy in important decisions like this one.
As her knuckles rapped lightly on the wooden door, she prayed for a moment that he wouldn't be in his office. She hoped that she might put off telling him just one more day. But that was only nerves talking. She was no Gryffindor, but she was neither was she a coward. She could do this. She had to do this.
"Doctor," she inquired, "are you in? There's something rather, uh, pressing that I need to speak with you about."
Post by Doctor Schmitt on Oct 16, 2012 1:19:08 GMT -5
The past few months had been delightfully busy. Heinrich was getting along splendidly in the forest, Doneele was largely leaving him alone now that students were about and injuring themselves and keeping her occupied, though his social life had plummeted since earlier. It was to be expected. His friends and colleagues were all faculty, and with a new semester, they were all busy. So Schmitty's mood remained upbeat and chipper, despite being left largely to his own devices (which is never a good idea.) That and there was the very obvious fact that Morgan was avoiding him.
From a professional point of view, he deduced it was to be expected. Darting away, always being busy. Their little trist had been exceedingly spur-of-the-moment, and she was still just a girl in all standard senses. Plus he had been her teacher, and the first, so there was obviously some significance there. It was a very pivotal and delicate situation. The giant of a man deduced it would've been best to let her come to terms with what they'd done on her own terms, not to rush anything, while he focus more on keeping the students sane, and trying to teach the Rhinocerous to juggle....the latter activity much more difficult than he had expected. She would approach him when she was ready, and then they'd be able to discuss their relationship like adults. And then maybe re-create Singing in the Rain on the roof of the school.
That was his plan. Soon to be dashed by a knock-knock-knocking at his door. He had been trying to assemble a scale model of the Ministry of Magic out of toothpicks made of ice - with limited success - but quickly tossed the whole project when he heard her voice. Schmitt's trademark cheery smile took to his features in a heartbeat, he hopping up to the door, pausing, taking off the cape he'd put on for no particular reason, then opening to see the Headmistress, beaming.
"Morgan! Fantastic! You know I was waiting for you - wait and see and all that. I know you're a big girl and it wouldn't do for me to come badgering you - caught myself every time I was ready to send a non-professional owl to you, yes I certainly did. Come in! Come in! What can I do for you? Cup of tea? Coffee? Spritzer?"
Not that she had a choice. He was urging her in and shutting the door behind her. His office was the standard junkheap of all things practical and useless, with a Freudian couch and chair at one end, a bed at the other, wardrobes filled with files and cabinets filled with clothes. The would-be-model was busy melting under a lamp while the Doctor clasped his hands together, looking like a kid at Christmas. He'd missed her, that was obvious.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 16, 2012 8:26:43 GMT -5
Waiting for her? Oh. He must have suspected, or perhaps he pulled it out of Sparky. Obviously, the after that awkward trip to the apothecary she'd had to confide in her best friend. Sparky had been telling her for weeks in that shy, non-confrontational way of his that the best plan was just to get this conversation over with.
Seeing as how the Doctor knew anyway, he was right.
And of course Schmitt was waiting for her to come to him. He was giving her space to figure things out for herself. Morgan visibly relaxed, settling herself down on the edge of an armchair. Things were suddenly much easier.
"I was so worried that this conversation would be difficult and awkward, which is why I put it off for so long. I should have guessed you'd know that, and let me come to you on my own time. That much, at least, is a relief." She turned down his offer for refreshment.
"The big question, is, of course what do we do now? I mean, it's a pretty big change, at least in my life anyway." Morgan had no idea if the Doctor had other children, and to be honest, she didn't know much about him at all besides the fact that he was one of her favorite people.
She played nervously with her pale blonde hair. There was so much to do now that she'd told Schmitt what was going on. She had to work out where she was going to keep the child once she got here, and how she was going to balance her time at the school and at the bookstore with being a mother. Clearly, she was going to need some help.
Which is why she ultimately decided to come to the Doctor.
"I think that it's going to take some planning on our part, but we have six months before she gets here," Morgan said, her hands subconsciously resting on the barely perceptible bump. "I know I shouldn't have waited so long to come to you with this, but I had things to figure out before I said anything official. I want you to be a part of her life, if that's what you want."
Post by Doctor Schmitt on Oct 16, 2012 18:48:19 GMT -5
Oh, look at her, trying as always to be so professional and keep calm about everything. Typical Morgan. Schmitt couldn't help but smile. He listened while stamping out his cigarette in an ashtray which was completely and utterly filled with discarded cigs - the butts occasionally flicking around to form miniatures of varied famous buildings and all that. He did however pour himself a cup of coffee, before taking a seat in his preferred chair, quipping in only briefly at first.
"But of course, to rush anything is foolhardy. Unless its an escape and time is of the essence. That's a good time to rush something. But foolhardiness is fun - in controlled doses at certain events!" Oh, he had no idea. To the outside observer, it was almost sad.
He sat and smiled at her while sipping his coffee, listening carefully and patiently, only blinking at her last words. Six months before she gets here. Her hand on her stomach. Wanting to be part of...
....her....
..........life........
Doctor Schmitt's eyes blinked once as his mental gears for the first time in many long years ground to a complete and utter halt. No quip. No anecdote about some normally inanimate object. No cheery comeback or open embrace. Not even an overly dramatized spit-take with his coffee. Schmitt simply sat - all voices in his mind silent. No internal monologue. Just the slow drain of blood from his face while his eyes widened. His jaw went a little slack - but his grip on his mug tightened to the point that his knuckles turned white.
......He...was going to be a father? That..that wasn't possible. It just wasn't. Every physician he'd seen said due to his unique little lineage, he could kiss those prospects goodbye. And so he had. But here was the proof to the opposite staring him in the eyes. Morgan. Dear, young little Morgan. Oh god she was so young, and now facing this...because of him.
Emotions were welling up. Rising. Clashing. Shame and guilt. Rage and dismay. Ecstasy and joy. Fear. Pride. Relief. Anxiety. All churning and colliding in the tall man's soul. He blinked again, his throat suddenly dry. Though the Other was completely silent, it was still hard to process. When he spoke, he almost choked on something nonexistant, licking his lips several time just to manage the basic words.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 16, 2012 19:48:21 GMT -5
He hadn't known.
Of course he hadn't known! How could he? Clearly he had been concerned that their formerly easy relationship would be complicated by romantic involvement, nothing more. How had she shocked him then, by revealing that things were more complicated than even he could have anticipated!
As usual, Morgan kept her calm, though tears of mixed emotion were at the very threshold of being wept. She nodded and tried for a smile which came off a bit uncertain.
"We are going to have a daughter, Doctor. I just performed the spell to discover her sex today. I know that it has to be kind of sudden. I was taken aback myself when I discovered my condition." Only her obligation to her students had kept her moving forward with life rather than becoming a shut in or fleeing to her aunt's house or something equally silly and selfish.
"Are you okay, Doctor?" She had never once seen him speechless. And from his face it was clear that his emotions were muddled like her own.
Post by Doctor Schmitt on Oct 19, 2012 10:07:44 GMT -5
Something was breaking inside Doctor Schmitt's mind - something already loose destabilizing even more. His eye was twitching, and a hand went to cover his mouth - though there wasn't even so much as a whisper rising from his throat. He felt like he was drowning - the whispers in his mind back in full force. Not whispers anymore, SCREAMING. NOISE. CACAPHONY. His life was flashing before his eyes - every year. Every decision. Every mistake. Fearing longevity. Knowing in his heart of hearts that the curse ended with him: the mutt.
But he was going to be a father. Dear little Morgan Pendragon was carrying his child. If he were a religious man, it would be a miracle - but he knew what he was. That hand went from his mouth to cover his eyes. Was he sweating? It was so cold all of a sudden - and so much noise. He suspected perhaps his ears were bleeding. That couldn't be true, though. His ears only bled when the salmon went to swim upstream. His brain was of course a perfect place - the source of the river and lal that. He was going to have a daughter. He was coming apart at the seams. Schmitt was leaving the buildings. Falling. Falling fast.
Pale. Gods he was pale. Schmitt's hand dropped to cover his mouth again - to fight a scream that wouldn't come. Noise. Noise. Screaming. Voices. Othe- She was so calm. IN the prime of her life - and she was holding strong. The giant man's eyes met Morgan's again...and things became quiet. It was like a fever breaking. He...well he had his obligations. Duties. Not just because of the situation, but...well...due to..whatever feelings he had for her...and his daughter.
Schmitt stood after that eternity in his own mind, with only a faint tremble in his hands. He walked toward her. Silent. His normally jovial expression was stoic - distant. The tall man stood infront of the young Headmistress for a long silent moment, before gently pulling her into an embrace - he bending to do so of course. It was for her support just as much as his.
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