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Thursday morning before first period, Walter opened the TA's lounge and had to blow dust off the coffee maker before he could get some going. It seemed that no one had been in here in months.

Well, he couldn't really point fingers. He'd had a key since September and hadn't abused it. But he was now.

There was coffee and he decided he'd have his lunch there today as well.

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That did not help Walter feel even the least bit better.

Not by a bloody long shot.

"You get to turn these things down, right? If they're suicidally dangerous or immoral or just flat out stupid?"

"That's what she said."

"Then I suppose if she sticks by that, you'll be getting extra training you'll be able to use in the future," Walter said, not sounding particularly enthusiastic, but trying to be optimistic.

Besides, very, very bad things would happen to that teacher if she was using Nadia.

"I'll be careful, don't worry so much."

"According to Arthur, I also nag too much. But I only do it for people I care about." Let the rest run off cliffs with Poe.

"Well, it's very sweet. Just also a little bit irritating."

Well, maybe if his girlfriend would stop getting herself into life-threatening situations, he'd worry less.

That was a thought he didn't voice aloud, instead asking. "And what would be less irritating?"

"Trusting my judgement when it comes to espionage stuff?"

"You trust my judgment when it comes to my specialty, right? But you still worry." Enough to get Pippi to use her crystal ball when he'd been in Poland.

"You care about someone, you worry when they do something dangerous. But that doesn't mean I'll try to stop you from doing what you're good at and love."

Nadia rolled her eyes a little playfully. "Okay, point. But M really seems on the level. You should talk to her, some time."

She'd seen he had a point. Huzzah! "I'd like that. I'm rather curious about her."

And on to other things. "So, my 'Tremble Foolish Mortals' teacher claims to be the Greek god of war."

Nadia frowned and thought. "You mean Ares? Huh. The guy on the radio the other night seemed to think he was Hades, Greek god of the underworld."

"It makes being Christian sort of..." Brain breaking? Thought provoking? "...interesting. I get the impression he has a problem with the arch-angel Michael?"

"Wouldn't just having Aziraphale around do that? And if he's a greek god, I would think he wouldn't be a big fan of a Christian god."

"But the whole point of being a Christian is one God," Walter pointed out. "It's clearly spelled out in the Bible. He even gets pretty pissed off about it - you know, fire, brimstone, floods, those sorts of things."

He wasn't really interested in a theological discussion. He had a feeling he'd just file it away with other things that were brain breaky but didn't really change the way his day to day life operated - like living in the 21st century and how he made phone calls home to 1945.

"My other class turns out to be about magical artifacts. And their dangers." Now he knew what Arthur had chosen that one.

"Ooo. I think I met that teacher. She'd never even heard of Rambaldi."

"Are you going to tell her about him? Or tell her more, since I assume you must have talked to her about him to know she hadn't heard of him."

"I told her a little, but she didn't sound that interested. So I think I told her enough."

Considering what effect Rambaldi seemed to have on some, Walter wasn't disappointed in the least.

"I suppose Pippi and I will end up telling her about last summer. It's sort of what the class is about, after all." He just hated admitted to screwing things up so badly.

Nadia nodded. "But you'll probably learn how to avoid it happening again. Oh! You should ask about the stuff we found in the boat."

"That's right! You still have that, then? I could take it in to class or stop by her office during office hours."

"Yeah, it's in my closet. I've been kind of afraid to touch it. I don't want to turn into a chinchilla randomly, or anything.'

"If you ever turn into a chinchilla, you must let me pet you and feed you things. I'd do the same for you if I turned into a squirrel, after all."

"Of course I would. That's practically a rule around here, after all."

She'd probably make such a cute chinchilla he might aww in public. How embarrassing.

"That's true. Although it might be some sort of wrong if you turned into a chinchilla and I turned into a squirrel at the same time. Is that 'the love that dare not speak its name?'"

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