you will be found

Emma shook her head at the question, barely even thinking about it. “Absolutely not. You always have something up your sleeves, I’d be a fool to believe you.” She commented, even with the students she did trust, at times she still doubted. “Who would you accuse then? If you were me and you saw you standing by the burnt bush and the next student was all the way over by the other building?” 

He certainly had a point, at times it could get very overwhelming but she had gotten very good at blocking out the thoughts she didn’t want infiltrating her mind. “At least you know that I’ll understand whatever you say. Does that help?” She asked with a tilt of her head. “Pretty much, yeah,” Emma laughed, “Did I miss that in the introduction packet or something?” 

Emma made a face at the comment, “Do you want me to talk to them? I can use my scary voice.” She offered, looking back up at the ceiling, “Could you tarp it, maybe?” 

“How long ago did you grab it? I was there half an hour ago and there was nothing.” Emma responded, she didn’t want to be dramatic but without a caffeine intake she was half inclined to cancel her classes until she got some. 

“You have plenty of time to decide what you want to do, that’s what school is for. Trying all these specialities and seeing what fits for you.” Emma replied, “Is there any specialties you have your eye on?” 

“Hey- don’t look at me like that.” Emma spoke quickly, frowning at the other. “It’s a good combination, I swear. Haven’t you heard the saying? Don’t judge what you don’t know?” 

“If you don’t mind, could we skip around and end at the point?” Emma asked the student with a tilt of her head. She didn’t mean to rush the other but as her mind rallied of all the things she had to do that day, Emma couldn’t help the pressure radiating off her. 

“Shouldn’t you be in your dorms by now?” Emma asked the student as they passed them in the halls before looking at her watch with a confused look as she looked outside to the light- maybe she had spent too much time in her office today. “Huh. Nevermind. Are you headed to a class?” 

“Wait- wait, Miss Dameron.” Emma spoke to the other as they passed her. “Where did you get your coffee?” She asked, “It was empty when I was there.” 

“Did you want some extra credit?” Emma asked the other as she placed the student’s latest paper back onto the desk. “You’ve been ahead for the last month so you can take a break from assignments if you’d like, or you can do another essay.” 

"It does matter. You know I’m happy to listen if you need an ear. I can’t promise any help but... it does matter.” She replied, hating the fact that she couldn’t help. In general it was something that she hated to admit. “You ever feel like you just don’t connect with them? You’re speaking and everyone is just staring at you with blank faces?” 

Emma couldn’t deny that she was still suspicious of the intentions behind the coffee, but after a tiring morning she felt as if it was something she needed. “Do you have the paper with you or are we sticking with the good person line?” She questioned after listening to the other; finishing his work early was a big trait of her own that she saw in him. “I can’t give you much extra work, though. I could organise another essay for extra credit if you want something to occupy you?” 

“I don’t want heaps of people to know, that way if the time comes I can really surprise everyone with my talent. You think? Maybe I should start practicing,” She spoke, keeping up the joking facade. “You should try, a bit more confidence in yourself might lead to more confidence in your work which would make even better than they are now.” Emma replied, she believed that Thea could do great things but needed the confidence boost. “I appreciate the lie, Thea.” She laughed, “You don’t have to be her. You’re your own person, Thea.” 

“I wasn’t, it just doesn’t feel like a very big roadblock to me. You fight well enough to teach with your arm so I don’t see why it would be that much of a problem for them.” She spoke in response, “Are they waiting for you to prove yourself or something like that?” 

Emma sighed as she wiped the water droplets from her arm, “That’s annoying. Did they give any sort of time or just a ‘whenever’?” Emma asked with a small shake of her head. “Maybe, it’s certainly better than water getting dropped on your head every five seconds. Has it been like this all week?” 

Emma shook her head quickly at the question, “No, no. Not even close. I wanted to be like the specialists; like my Dad but, as you know they have a specific set of skills and we have a specific set of skills. Which, makes it a lot harder. That’s why I chose inter-relations, a little mix of both.” Emma explained, 

There might have been undertones of judging in her voice, but it wasn’t completely intentional. Emma just rarely understood when others had different views on a situation than she did. She shook her head, “No, it’s just how I talk.” Emma answered, as if that explained it all. “They still listen to you, especially because you’re not, a lot of them look up to you.”