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                   ❛  well, i think she’ll be absolutely fine. Call it intuition. ❜

               She holds her clipboard against her chest, sharpened pencil tucked                behind an attentive ear. Rapunzel turns to look over her shoulder, at                the children who mingle among themselves and dart between small                colourful chairs.   Her gaze follows the petite brunette,    a touch of a            SMILE tugging the corner of painted lips.

                          ❛  Looks like she’s already fitting in.   You know,  if you’re nervous,                                        you’re more than welcome to stay for the class,  Mr. Fitzherbert.                                        I know the first day can be a little nerve wracking.  ❜

                  ❛ Intuition, huh? ❜

                Despite the worry and anxiousness that kept it tight grasp on his mind                  ( clouding his thoughts ),   he can’t help the minuscule smile that pulls                 at his lips.               Yes, the expression is meant to mask the storm of                 anxieties that swirled about, tearing at his thoughts;            though, the                 expression only proves to further make a show of his uneasiness. For                 a moment, he pulls his gaze away from the petite brunette to settle on                 the blonde.