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Post by Sooraya Qadir on Sept 13, 2013 15:30:02 GMT -5
Breathe in, breathe out. Exhale...
To be truthful, Sooraya should not be this apprehensive, she knew that. Wolverine, Mr. Logan, Headmaster Logan had been the one that saved her, once upon a time, in what felt like an eternity ago, before X-Men, school, and a place called 'home'. No, there was no reason to be apprehensive, she knew him, better than many teachers...
She simply did not wish to hear his answer, should it go against what she wanted it to be.
Oh, she would listen, the Islamic girl knew that. He was the one in charge, the one who made the rules, and the more experienced one, who knew what he was talking about... She would listen, but that did not mean she would like it, not at all.
No matter what, though, there was no going back at this point. She needed her answer, and the sooner, the better.
Thus, that contemplation over with, though it had done literally nothing to ease her, and hadn't changed the desired outcome one iota, barring putting it off for a few moments, Sooraya raised her hand, one of the few uncovered parts of her body, and lightly rapped on the door to Headmaster Logan's office. "Headmaster Logan?" she called lightly, hopefully audible through the door. "It is Dust, and I have a few important questions, if you are available..."
Dust wished to ask, as a conclusion, whether or not she could come in, but held her tongue, feeling that to be an impertinent and not exactly intelligent question. After all, if he was available, then she would go in and ask her questions, correct?
Oh, unless he wished to go out, and not be confined to there! That would be nice, she certainly felt, as being alone with a man in a room with a closed door...
Allah would understand. |
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