Judith
Pernilla had a tendency to worry.

Worry about new arrivals finding their footing, worry about familiar faces getting into trouble and getting themselves hurt. She always worried like that. It was a terrible habit. The kids needed their freedom too.

This time, the object of her worry was a newly arrived youngster by the name of Taffy Weaver. She had asked to meet her in the cafeteria, and she obliged, though only after being told the cafeteria would have food.

As she entered the cafeteria, Taffy was getting up to leave. She picked up the pace and walked over to them, gesturing for them to sit down. "... Miss Weaver? I'm really sorry we have to meet at this hour, but now is when I have time. Please, sit down."
Nona
Upon hearing Pernilla's voice, Taffy looked over. His face gave off the impression of extreme exhaustion, as well as boredom. Clearly, he wasn't interested in whatever this meeting would turn out to be like.
With a reluctant sigh, they sat down, avoiding any eye contact with Pernilla. All they had on them was their phone, which was slipped into their pocket.
"Yo."
Judith
Pernilla didn't look upset. Worried, certainly, but if Taffy cast her even a cursory glance, it was clear that there wasn't going to be any trouble.

For Pernilla's part, she was just trying to understand what was going on. "Taffy, dear, you've been telling people - as well as me - that you're not supposed to be here. Is that true, Taffy?" She gently extended a hand onto the middle of the table. "You can tell me the truth, dear. It's alright."
Nona
Taffy sat back in its seat, hands behind its head, and placed its feet up on the table. She figured it was best to play it cool, despite the worry growing in her gut at the presence of an authority figure.

"It's whatever. If I tell you it's true, you'll send me home. If I tell you it's false, you'll make me talk about my feelings. Honestly, I'd rather the former, no matter if it's true or not. So yeah," Xe sighs, taking one hand down and looking at it nonchalantly. "The food here is crap, by the way."
Judith
Pernilla sighed. On most counts, Taffy was right - but on the one that counted, not quite.

"You don't have to talk about anything with me if you don't want to, dear. I'll get you appointments with a therapist if you need it, but you don't have to talk to them if you don't want to, either."

She shakes her head. She's heard what she needed to hear. "The food could be better, yes. Margarita is trying, if you've met her. I'm sure you could help with that too, if you'd like."
Nona
Taffy groans, stretching their arms out before placing their hands back behind their head. It was obvious how incredibly tired they were, with an undertone of discomfort slipping through.

"I'd probably just spit in all the food to get out of work," He says, with an innocent smile. "So, is that it? Are we done here? I could do with a nap. I have shit to get done when I wake up."
Judith
Pernilla sighed. "I'm going to arrange for you to see a therapist. I'll let the rest of staff know not to believe you. Talk later, I suppose."
Nona
"A therapist??" Taffy suddenly sits upright, slamming one hand on the table. "Fuck no. Sorry, miss, but therapists are wasting both their own time and mine when they try to help me."

With a disgruntled groan, she leans back, trying to recover her cool composure. "I'll just bullshit my way through it like I always do. Unless you give me alcohol," She chuckles.
Judith
"I know," Pernilla insisted calmly, "I know. Therapy is daunting, and it doesn't always seem helpful. I know you maybe don't want it. You're not the first person who's said that, Taffy."

She rested both arms on the table, and leaned in toward Taffy. "But I'm asking you to go anyway. 1 hour a week. You don't have to talk to the therapist if you don't want to. That's okay. I'm sure the therapist won't mind doing nothing for an hour. I'm going to put it on your schedule, okay? If you don't go, it'll count as skipping class."
Nona
"That's fucking stupid. What do you even aim to achieve with it?" Bug groans, looking away and crossing bugs arms. "I'm not going to say shit to them. I can promise you that."

It was obvious that Taffy was stressed about the current conversation. Despite their best efforts to hide it, the aura they gave off was very uncomfortable, almost frightened.
Judith
Pernilla nods. "That's okay."

"I have to go now, okay? If you have anything you need to talk to me about, you can stop by my office."

She waits for Taffy to acknowledge that she's leaving before she gets up. She can tell she's frightened the poor soul - the best she can do now is give Taffy some space.
Nona
Taffy makes no such acknowledgement. In fact, he doesn't seem to be acknowledging anything. Their mind seems to be completely lost, as he stares off into the space ahead of him. The rest of their body is frozen up, not moving at all other than breathing. After a few seconds, the colour in xyr face begins to fade slightly, giving off an almost ghostly impression.
Judith
Pernilla takes a moment to recognize what's going on, but when she does, she, too, goes a little pale. She gently grabs onto Taffy's hand, feeling for faer temperature. She then immediately begins leafing through Taffy's file with her other hand - this was their power, wasn't it?

... Oh. Yes it was. But she'd wait until Taffy went back to their body.
Nona
Suddenly, Taffy's body goes completely limp in the chair, as if ze's been knocked out. Zir temperature is cold and zir breathing is slow.

What seems to be a small breeze blows over Taffy's file. Not a second later, a page of the file seemingly rips itself in half, before a piece balls itself up and throws itself across the room.
Judith
Pernilla doesn't really respond. She knows what's going on. She can tell Taffy is scared, and upset. She can't really do anything about it, though, so the best she can do is remain calm. She slowly, carefully rises from her seat and walks to the other side of the table, taking a seat next to Taffy's limp body and waiting.
Nona
After about five minutes, Taffy's body starts to regain colour, and their eyes reopen to see Pernilla still sitting at the table. There is a moment of silence as he blinks a few times, trying to readjust to his body.

"I fucking hate this place," She groans, standing up and covering her eyes.

Meanwhile, Pernilla's office has been badly trashed. The quilts hanging on the walls have small tears in them. The Quality Street tins and quartz crystals that were previously sitting on the old wooden shelves have been knocked to the ground, scattered all about. The Queen's Wreath is no longer in the windowsill; rather, it is hanging out of the window, barely held up by a string. The previous sense of comfort that the room had has been tarnished, and the furniture has scratches over it. Any snacks previously on the oak table have been knocked off, and there is a noticeable milk stain on the ground along with a smashed teapot.
Judith
Pernilla, mostly unaware of the carnage which had taken place in her office while Taffy was out, stands up and, if Taffy lets her, places her hands around Taffy.

"It's gonna be okay."
Nona
With a grunt, Taffy slaps away Pernilla's hands and pulls out their phone, storming their way out of the cafeteria. Right before exiting, they flip the bird in Pernilla's direction for a moment. Upon leaving, the door slams behind them.