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Ophelia can’t help but roll her eyes as she sees how giddy he is when he hears the noise of the TARDIS landing. Granted, it was a similar reaction she normally had, but she was trying to have that sense of false maturity as well, though unlike him, she was pulling it off a bit better right now. 

“Yes, well when you tell him it’s a bit of an urgent situation, he normally tries to make an effort.” She admits, heading over to the blue box down the street. “Come on then. Let me at least greet him before you jump him.” She says, eyeing him. This easily could have been a horrible idea, but she was going to try to keep it under her control for the moment. 

Knocking on the doors before slipping out her key to unlock it. “Oi, you alright in there? Got you someone you might want to see out here.” 

For all his giddy excitement and his tendency towards a bit of... flamboyance, the Master was composed enough - bar the slight pep in his step - as he followed behind Ophelia. “You’d think he’d redecorate... fix that Chamelon circuit-” idle chit-chat was just that: idle. Something to fill the space, let the excitement out, even at the risk of sounding a bit Doctor-y as he did so.

The ungainly stomping of feet as the drew closer to the door had the Master grinning. A few moments later, the door of the ship flew open - unlocked by Ophelia or not - and the Doctor stood there looking positively panicked. In that eminently controlled way of his, of course.

the Doctor chuckles. “right. Zygons. S’pose yah don’ need any help with that?” she knows that she can’t  help with it. a vague memory of what he was doing floods through her head and she knew that she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be able to interfere in it. despite how much she wanted to actually help her younger self. 

“i got a message.” she replies simply. “Can’ tell yah what it said. Spoilers, ‘nd all.” she nods in his direction, fingers tightening on the scrap of paper in her hand. “My companion wanted t’ stop for a minute ‘nd get somethin’ from her flat. ‘nd I wanted t’ answer the message that I got.” 

a pause before she speaks again. “Well, let’s get a shift on then. No use stayin’ in here. ‘ll help you if you help me.” maybe their problems were linked. 

“A message? On paper?” he lets out an amused whistle, “Bit of a rarity, that, innit?” He’s going to turn the tide of the conversation to that instead of his Zygon problem, at least temporarily. “I take it y’didn’t tell this companion what y’were goin’ t’do?” he knew he wouldn’t have, “But alright, yeah. We’ll get a shift on so you’re not late back t’your mates, yeah?”

The younger Doctor goads a smile onto his face, decides that he needs to be the lighthearted one around here, if his older self’s just-about-repressed tension is anything to go by. “Zygons first, though. That’s my only caveat. Y’know how they get-” he’d rather not have an entire colony of Zygons that looked like the locals on his hands, thank you very much.

He seems to be staring aimlessly at the wall of barrels in front of him, dripping wet, and smelling not entirely like a delicious portion of fish and chips, minus both the fish and chips. He smells like vinegar, mostly.

The Prefect doesn’t have it in him to cause a scene; he just wants to get into the common room, into the dorm, and - hopefully - into a shower before he’s dragged away to do something important. Cedric grumbles under his breath, considers tapping out the password again, but quickly comes to the conclusion that he’s not likely to be granted access.

A bit strange, really.

Instead of giving him some snarky comeback, Ophelia just rolled her eyes at the idea that her father was ever punctual. He’d be late to his own death, and she was sure he probably was a few times. But she didn’t want to get Bill in trouble for a little trip out. That wouldn’t be fair to her, even if their tutor could get them out of it. 

“He owes you? He… oh my god, I’m gonna go find it! Just so I can have it ready just in case!” She grins, hurrying into the TARDIS. “Make sure Bill knows I’m in here!” She calls back over her shoulder, already speeding down to her room in an attempt to find the instrument. 

There’s idle consideration given to the fact that she’s taken after him in the whole ‘running like a scalded cat’ way. She’s quick. Very quick. In fact, he’s fairly certain that this is the fastest he’s ever seen Ophelia run, and that’s saying something given the trouble they’ve found themselves in.

“Hey I’m not a SNITCH, as long as you don’t plan on throwing me out into the depths of space then I guess I have nothing of note to tell them now do I?” Though the Renegade stood against everything the code he lived by said Koschei couldn’t bring himself to turn this man in, there something about this strange man that the younger gallifreyan liked that he just couldn’t shake. Whatever that feeling was it meant that the odd leather clad man was in his good graces. 

At the offer to stay the Prydonian boy stared awkwardly at his shoes, as much as part of him wanted to stay, to be away from Gallifrey even if it was only for a little while he still couldn’t bring himself to leave Theta behind. If the young man knew anything it was loyalty to those he cared about and the two of them had promised to see the stars together, it wouldn’t have been right for him to travel without his best friend. 

“I’ve got a mate back home,” Koschei begins as the dark haired boy nervously pulls at the hem of his vermilion robes, “Theta, I promised him we’d explore the universe together and I know it must sound silly considering we’re in a time machine but… It feels like lying to him if I ran off and never told him and broke that promise, I couldn’t do that to him.”  

“Y’don’t look like a TARDIS manual, so y’should be alright-” he trails off, lets it hang for a few seconds, “Key word there bein’ ‘should’. I’d say no funny business, but I think I’d be outta luck if I banned that, so... Yes t’funny business, no t’bein’ a nuisance.”

But apparently the deal isn’t sweet enough to goad the young Prydonian into taking a chance on board this ship. As much as it’s admirable, it also churns up some sickening feeling in the pit of the Doctor’s stomach. Regret, he thinks. Regret that he went off without Koschei when it seemed like Koschei was more than determined to wait for him - Theta.