Theodore
Craig flinched slightly as Ms Pernilla held his hand before melting into the comforting touch. The warmth was familiar. It had reminded him of Evelyn when she first took him in. Looking down at the hand clutching his own, he pouted slightly, memories of Evelyn flashing through his head. 

"It's alright, dear, it's alright. Don't be scared. It's your choice, dear." 

A barely audible whimper came out of Craig's lips as he sunk down onto his chair. The situation was all too familiar. Those words sent him back to Evelyn's cabin the morning he was taken in by Evelyn. Frowning, he stared down at his shoes and avoided Ms Pernilla's gaze. 

Craig nodded along to Ms Pernilla's affirmations, clutching her hand all the while. 

"Haoran, dear. I know it's maybe not quite what you signed up for, but I'd like you to help Craig out, okay?"

Hearing this, Craig's head tilted upwards to face Haoran slightly. Droopy eyes widening, half afraid and curious as to Haoran's response. He stared at Haoran with an unintentionally hopeful expression, like a dog patiently waiting for its owner by the door. 

Noticing Haoran's hesitation, he sunk deeper into his chair, now feeling guilty. He didn't want to inconvenience Haoran, he knew following him around everyone would be a taxing job. He liked Haoran, he thought he was cool. The last thing Craig wanted was for Haoran to see him as a pest. 

Looking dejected, he frowned, letting go of Ms Pernilla's hand. Craig opened his mouth to tell Haoran it was okay if he refused before the other boy finally broke the silence. 

"Of course, ma'am. You can leave it to me."

Hearing this, Craig perked back up in his seat, looking at Haoran slightly shocked before that expression turned into a grateful grin. "Thank you," He said, through a bright smile, eyes still a little red from before. It was as if he had already forgotten why he was so sad in the first place.
Andrew
Pernilla smiled a little as Craig suddenly perked up. He seemed happy with Haoran's promise to help - the two of them seemed to already be getting along, however bizarre a shotgun marriage it may have been. That was good. Craig was making friends. That was good - necessary, even. Craig was in difficult, tumultuous times, and needed support. Friends could provide that support.

There'd been times where Pernilla had to be the one to support someone. That wasn't ever good.

"I think that's enough talk for today, don't you? We can talk more about classes and training your powers some other time." Pernilla stood up, as if to indicate the meeting was over. "Thank you for taking the time to come down here, Haoran. It's nice of you to take time out of your day to help Craig."

The light filtering in through the blinds was slowly vanishing, the office now lit mostly by the ceiling lights. Dinner would probably be served soon. "If you have any questions, or something comes up, you can talk to me, okay? Come down here to the office or send a message on the intranet. You can interrupt me in class too, if it's really important. I'll do what I can to help you figure things out."

Pernilla drifted to the door. "I imagine there'll be dinner in the cafeteria soon. You should go - Wouldn't want you to go hungry, hm?"
Elwood
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...Why did Craig remind him oddly of a golden retriever? A bit too obviously dejected as he paused in his words, and a bit too happy when he promised he'd help him (as if accompanying him around outside was any effort at all). Haoran felt as if Craig had a tail, it'd be wagging wildly in excitement at his words, his bright smile causing him to squint slightly as if they were literally blinding him. As Pernilla offered him a thanks for his presence there, Haoran would get up from his seat to give her a brief bow. 

"It's no worry. Please let me know if there's anything for Craig I also need to do." 

He answered back almost immediately, nodding as she offered her own assistance when it came to regard of Craig's abilities. She seemed caring, at least - to offer Craig the ability to interrupt anytime he needed her was certainly a feat he had seen nearly no teacher do before. Pushing his chair back and making sure that his cup of tea was now empty, Haoran would watch as Pernilla went over to her office's doors. 

**Pernilla drifted to the door. "I imagine there'll be dinner in the cafeteria soon. You should go - Wouldn't want you to go hungry, hm?"**

Ah, he had nearly forgotten about that. His stomach seemingly did too, at least temporarily, in which it noiselessly grumbled for food. 

. . . 

"I suppose so. Let's go now, then?" 

His grey optics eye Craig as he holds the door for him (and for Ms. Pernilla if she was interested in exiting her office as well). He gives the teacher in question one last tilt of his head, before exiting presumably after Craig. 

"Thank you for the chat." 

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