[ The minute the Counselor's "office hours" begin, CT is there. She slips quickly into the room, shutting the door firmly behind her, and then just...stops, back against the wall, taking in every inch of the place. Plush furniture. Wood paneling. Shelves crowded with old-timey paper books, just like the ones that apparently fill the library here.
Nothing like the Mother of Invention. The worried furrow to her brow, momentarily smoothed away when he met her eyes in the lobby, now returns. Finally, she looks at the Counselor himself, and waits for him to speak, not saying a word. ]
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Nothing like the Mother of Invention. The worried furrow to her brow, momentarily smoothed away when he met her eyes in the lobby, now returns. Finally, she looks at the Counselor himself, and waits for him to speak, not saying a word. ]