Not Exactly How I Left It {Judy}

[Cazaril]

It's a funny thing memory, and what his place does to you. He remembers teaching, but not at this place. Not at Tintagel. He remembers a classroom not disimilar to this one, that he had used to teach in. This room however he also recalled being a student in.

Student no more, he was back to his old teaching ways, he hoped.  

His name was put on the door in gold lettering, a small classroom with a back office. He was down on the teaching list as more of a tutor, which he preferred to big classes anyway. Still, as he went through the room and started to prepare it for actual students. There were paper and pens at the ready for making notes, and he felt a sense of pride, at doing what he was probably best at. 

Still, he was still recovering from his rather eventful night out, gaining back all his age, which was still a shock when you had grown used to being fifteen years or so younger. He'd forgotten about the soreness to his knees and the having trouble sleeping. Maybe he'd get back into the swing of it soon enough...

[Judy Hopps]

Judy was on patrol. At least, that's essentially how she pictured it, mentally imagined what she was doing. She'd spent a lot of time dashing about Tintagel, helping where she could, aiding in the recovery effort. Judy had been directly involved with cleaning up and shaping up something like three or four locations already, and those were just the ones she remembered off the top of her head. It had gotten to the point when someone had suggested that Judy take a break for a bit. Normally that would mean passing out in the room she'd claimed for herself, but this time, Judy had nervous energy.

so she went on patrol. She started wandering, and she found herself heading down paths that had already been cleared, down halls that looked like they actually belonged in a school. The strange contrast never ceased to surprise Judy, even though she'd all but seen it happen. When they knocked loose some of the clinging magic, another type took over, really helped make this place shine.

And now Judy could see the plaques, each indicating a different professor or teacher or something. Judy followed them, reading as she went. Mostly closed doors, except for one, near the end. Curiosity took control, as it so often did with Judy, and she stuck her head in, looking around, only just realizing that there was someone in there.

"Uh, hi?" she managed, wiggling a few fingers. "Just looking around, don't mean to interrupt." He did look vaguely familiar. Maybe she'd seen him while she'd been bustling around fixing things?

[Cazaril]

"It's perfectly alright. Please, my room is always open."

Cazaril was happy to have a guest. The classroom still needed some work, but mostly organizing and going through old papers that had been left in a hurry, other than that. It was ready for teaching.

He didn't recognise the new face straight away until he was suddenly reminded from all the talk. He was sure Merlin had mentioned a person of her description. A short university student had been bustling around the school fixing things up and barely stopped to rest and had been told to take it easy. It was obvious who it was from the size, and the way she seemed to bounce. That, and most of the other students, apart from a couple, he recognised easily.

"I heard tell that perhaps you should be resting, Miss Hopps isn't it?"

[Judy Hopps]

"Not sure you've got much choice in that, given the way this school operates," said Judy, only half joking. She stepped a little further into the room, looking around. She still wasn't sure what classes, if any, she'd need to take to be acclimated and ready to start working here, so there wasn't a guarantee she'd end up working with this particular teacher. She just liked looking at something that had already been cleaned, like with most of her patrol. Nice to see what could be and all that.

"Offic--" Judy almost said automatically, before flushing. She reached up to brush back ears that weren't there, winding up snagging some brown curls instead. "Well, I'm sort of resting? I have a lot of nervous energy, comes from being a rabbit. Or, well, ex-rabbit now, I guess. I'm not actively cleaning something or organizing people, so this counts."

She looked around again, rocking on her heels. "What do you teach? I'm still trying to figure out which courses I'll need to brush up on to get ready here. I was a police officer back home, so I'm kind of hoping to take that here. Just figure I should take some classes for a semester or two first. After we get everything fixed up, that is," Judy nodded. She felt like she was talking a bit, but, well, maybe it was that nervous energy. That and something about this guy made her feel like she was standing in front of the chief, explaining herself (or Nick) all over again.