#alaric threads.

“Momma A!” Alaric calls, jogging to catch up to her as students mill about the hallways. He’s hoping for a quick word alone, but will take what he can get. “I’ve got a question for you. Well, a question I’m hoping you can answer.”

How lovely that he’s been selected to take the first-year students on the routine orientation trip to Celathers as one of the stops on the tour. How wonderful that there are several other school staff there, and yet, the only other professor on the trip is... Lucia! What luck! What incredible striking of fate! What artful painting of invisible strings! Honestly, Alaric’s been pretty chill since their last conversation? He’s been good, not sending Lucia any Farmville requests or Neomail or ravens or owls. He’s kept his longing glances to himself and his phone is set on a locked timer, but he’s been having a blast scrolling through WitchTok. There is... a slight amount of communication needed in order to make this whole dual chaperone thing work, but the students have been carted off to their respective element guides, and Alaric is wondering if he’s got enough time to grab a coffee and a pastry from Galatea-- wait, enough time? Who do you think you’re talking to, here? So on his way out, he’s stopped by the lovely receptionist at the desk who simply insists he check out their new collection of magical artifacts. Alaric has heard that they actually have a diadem that belonged to Morgan le Fay, so in reality, he’s just got to catch a glimpse at it. Sue him. He loves a tiara.