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[enigmaster]

Inter-Dimensional Pen Pals Omakes

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[queenofmonsters]

[that's...a big concern. Edward is usually so involved and interested in his studies. The fact that he isn't and is so clearly rattled is a big red flag. And this isn't Fish's first rodeo. So once the class gets started on their brewing, she'll head over to their table]

Any questions? Mr. Cobblepot? Mr. Nashton?

[enigmaster]

[Edward blinks a little, at Professor Mooney's arrival. And he just... shakes his head.]

No, professor.

[Nothing.]

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[queenofmonsters]

[. . . . . .]

....wonderful. Mr. Cobblepot, do you know what ingredients you need to get?

[agoodname]

U-uh--[Oswald's head jerks up, taking his attention (and worried expression he can't quite hide) off of Edward and to Fish] -yes! Yes, Professor.

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[queenofmonsters]

Good. You go get those, and Mr. Nashton will take care of the preparing the cauldron and organizing the order of the recipe. [she bends down, just a little, so she can look him in the eye. Perhaps get him to focus, if nothing else]

Won't you, Mr. Nashton?

[enigmaster]

[Edward just nods, at first, before remembering he should actually say something, probably.]

Yes, professor.

[He has to force it out a little. But he does as he's told. Keeping up with the task is going to be less smooth than usual, but it's better than before, at least.]

[queenofmonsters]

Atta boy. [She'll withdraw to let them work now, keeping an eye on the two of them...though she does join Oswald to help him pick out the ingredients. Because though he's certainly not in the state Edward is, he's clearly too distracted being worried about him to get all the right items.

the rest of potions will progress as much of a normal day as possible. She'll swing by their table now and then, offering corrections and occasional praise, as she always does. She'll ask Oswald questions, and then throw one or two at Edward. Just to bring him a little more out of whatever headspace he's in.]

[enigmaster]

[Edward does start to engage with the class a little more, as it goes on. Or at the very least, he's making an effort. But even at the end of it, he's still not really himself. When class finally comes to an end, Edward actually... doesn't seem to have noticed it's over yet.]

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[agoodname]

[Oswald is slowly packing up his books, looking almost desperately between Fish and Edward, wordlessly asking for her help. He's clearly super worried and completely without a clue as to what to do.]

[queenofmonsters]

[it's cool, bb, she's got this. She'll wait until most of the class has filed out before approaching. Because Edward is clearly disassociating. Quite badly. She'll pull out a chair from one of the desks next to theirs, settling herself down into it, crossing one leg over the other]

Edward. [her voice is calm, measured, watching as the last of the kids (save for Oswald) file out] I'd like you to look at me, please.

[enigmaster]

[It takes him a few seconds, the words registering... a little slow. But Edward does look up, finally. A little dazed, still.]

[queenofmonsters]

Good boy. [Her voice is calm and measured, low.] I'd like you to recite for me the ingredients for a Pepperup Potion, please.

[enigmaster]

I... I don't... um...

[He frowns, a little confused, but he tries to think.]

Um... bicorn horn... mandrake root...

[And he continues listing the ingredients.]

[queenofmonsters]

[Fish listens, waiting until he's finished] Good. Now the ingredients for a Draught of Peace.

[she glances at Oswald, who is still just...hovering.] Oswald, while Edward's doing that, please retrieve the blanket from the green cabinet in my office.

[enigmaster]

[Edward doesn't really get the point of this, but he's also not exactly in a place where he can actively question it either. So he just keeps doing what she asks. Listing ingredient after ingredient.]

[queenofmonsters]

Excellent. [her eyes flick briefly to Oswald as he moves to do her bidding, but after that, her attention is purely on Edward] What is the process for brewing a Confusing Concoction?

[She rises to her feet, briefly, listening still as Oswald returns with the blanket. And she will unfold it, before placing it around Edward's shoulders. It's a weighted blanket. It should help ground him, at least]

[enigmaster]

[He keeps rattling off answers. And there's... a weight, suddenly, which he barely notices at first until he blinks a few moments later.] What's...? [And he looks up... a little more properly, this time.]

[queenofmonsters]

It's a weighted blanket. [She answers calmly, watching him for signs of distress, or any change in his mood] What do you do after you add the crushed beetle legs?

[enigmaster]

[He answers, again, almost a reflex by now. And he frowns, as the rest of what's happening begins sinking in.]

I... Why?

[He's not sure about the purpose of the blanket or... or any of this, really.]

[queenofmonsters]

Because I'd like to know. [calmly, still] Or are you asking about the blanket?

[enigmaster]

Um, yes. About... about the blanket.

[queenofmonsters]

A weighted blanket can help when someone is disassociating. I've found it feels grounding.

[enigmaster]

Disa...

[He frowns again, the term not really that familiar to him, not exactly in an area he knows much about. But he can get the gist behind what it... might mean, he thinks, maybe and...

Suddenly, he looks up a little sharper.]

I'm--

I'm fine.

[queenofmonsters]

I understand. [Her voice is still measured, calm. But still--professor mode. No argument.] You were on the fifth step of the Confusing Concoction. I'd like you to finish it, please. What do you do after you crush the beetle legs?

[enigmaster]

...

[He slumps a little in his seat. And gives her the answer, because apparently this is just what they're doing now.]