"Miss Leigh! Miss Leigh!"

Morgan sighed audibly. A student, running up with an open, eager face, would usually be a welcome sight -so many pupils, sullen, grouchy, only cornering their teachers to grouse about grades- but not tonight. Tonight was Friday.

Friday is the day when Isabelle holds her theater class. A class she loves. A class that always leaves her in a particularly good mood.

And after all that happened lately, Morgan could use some good mood.

There was therefore only one solution: formulate an escape plan, and fast. Pretending to be deep in thought, Morgan took a turn through the main door of the teachers' lounge, then ran across to the smaller door that led to the service stairs, normally reserved for service personnel.

This was an emergency. The service stairs would do.

Up the stairs, down the hall -no more distractions, only the sound of footsteps echoing- and there, to the left, the auditorium. Morgan pushed the door open slowly, peeking inside: as expected, Isabelle is sitting there, alone, sipping wine.

"You wouldn't happen to have a glass for me?"