Watching the Corridors *open*

[Flyte Vance]

'Do you love her so much?' Flyte tried to re-centre and get her head together quickly. It was a taxing thing to do and to be interupted.. she closed her eyes for a second.

Re-opening them she smiled sadly.

'Did you know that Emotion doesn't exist, Professor. Its broken down into colours and sensations - like the slow burn of ice on your flesh, thats what you are feeling inside you. It feels hollow but its not real, its your brain tricking you...' Flyte laughed softly, 'though I am sure you don't believe me... I barely believe me..'

She took a step closer, reaching out with her hand and touched his face.

'Please let me... just let me help you smile for a moment..'

[skerr]

"Love my ex-wife? No. I do not, I resent her and hate her," he said with disgust in his voice. He silently listened to her talk. He removed her hand from his face. "You can help if you can get me my son back, which I highly doubt you can do."

[Flyte Vance]

'Ahh, that makes sense.' Flyte smiled softly and nodded. 'A son.. how long has it been since you saw him?'

She watched his face silently and tried to absob every emotion that flicked across it.

[skerr]

"Last summer, I only get to see him every summer," Stephan said, turning to look out the window. Sighing, he put his hands on the windowsill and scanned the grounds closely. Just because he was talking to a student didn't mean he had to stop his job. "Tell me, why is it that you are wanting to know all of this?"

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte considered what he said and quickly had her answer.

'Its who I am.' she shrugged, her face slightly blushed. 'besides I think that sometimes we all need someone to talk too.'

She brushed her hair out of her eyes and lent beside him, looking at his face while he studied the grounds.

'Theres no reason to not talk to me, because I can feel it all anyway..'

[skerr]

He glanced own at her, and looked back out the window. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the letter. He then handed it to Flyte. "Here, you want answers there they are. It's just basically a letter from her saying she's going to do anything to get custody of my son," he said keeping his eyes fixed upon the forbidden forest.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte took the letter, studying Professor Kerr's face as she did so. She unfolded it and began to read.

[skerr]

Stephan clenched his fists as he thought about what was in that letter from his ex-wife. The legal papers that came with it were in his office. The dates for the custody battle were written there, and as if she was throwing an insult to him, she had the nerve to mention how much his son missed him.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte looked over at Kerr, feeling the anger radiating even more as she read. Flyte reached over and squeezed the Professors arm to let him know she was still there.

'She's a royal b!tch isn't she?' Flyte sympathised. 'What are we going to do about this then? You can't just walk around hurting like that all the time! We need a plan..'

She folded up the paper and tucked it back in his pocket.

'I knew you needed me!' she smiled triumphantly.

[skerr]

"My plan is simple Miss Morticroft. I show up on those dates and explain exactly why I should be able to keep my son," Stephan said keeping his eyes on the grounds still. He took a deep breath and relaxed his hands. "Unless you have a better plan than that, I don't know what else to do."

[Flyte Vance]

'Hmm,' Flyte smiled thoughtfully, 'that is much better than my plan..'

Flyte lifted herself onto the window ledge and turned to the Professor.

'You know that no matter how much you patrol that we still get out, right? You may as well relaxe for a moment.' Flyte chewed on her lip thinking.

'Could you call me Flyte or Fly or something? Miss Morticroft doesn't fit right...'

[skerr]

"I'm sorry, but I use any and all formalities during my job and if that involves me calling you by your surname, then it shall be. It also keeps us on a teacher to student level," Stephan said. He turned around and leaned against the windowsill, his eyes keeping a close on the corridor even though it was shrouded in darkness. "There is something you can help me with, I need to understand something that I have never understood even as a child."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte pulled a face at the Professor, rolling her eyes and sighing melodramatically.

'Fine then, call me what you will.. just know that in my head I am hearing it differently so you might as well save your breath. As for your curiousity I would be more than willing to satisfy it - in any way that you need.' Flyte reached out and put her hand gently, for a moment, on his arm. 'Anything, any time..'

She crossed her legs and folded both hands, a serious expression on her face as she waited.

[skerr]

"What I want, no what I need to understand is why you students can be so cheerful all the time. Put you in a bad situation and you still seem happy. Why?" he asked. Jenna was always like this before she went all crazy and divorced him, abut Stephan never asked why. It was a subject that always made him wonder.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte looked at his face, watching him as he spoke. This question made sense in a lot of ways and she decided to answer it as best she could.

'Its a simple answer for me. No matter what is going on around me I find a reason to be happy. Because I just can't afford to waste any more time on pain and hurt.' Flyte shrugged her shoulders. 'I guess we all need to give ourselves permission to have fun - just because you are smiling doesn't mean you are betraying someone you lost or belittling the hurt that you feel. Its okay to laugh, live and love.'

She reached out and turned his face to hers.
'Its just so much work to hurt, I can feel how tired you are, how angry and run down. If you just focused on the positive things no matter how small, like seeing your son at the trial, the access visits you will more than likely be granted, there ae always small things we can find to be happy about if we let ourselves. And it makes our souls burden lighter.'

Flyte ran her thumb across the line of his cheek and down along his jaw.

'You would be beautiful when you smile..'