#[ atticus malik 01 ]

[theonotdora]

closed for: @atticusmalik location: northwood high school time: mid-afternoon

Theo rapped on the open door frame, peering into the classroom. It was empty, save for the teacher, the man she’d come to see. “I hope I’m not bothering you,” she said, a smile warming her face. She knew, of course, this was a period of downtime for Atticus. She’d stopped by once or twice before, usually around this time, bearing coffee and sweets from Tiers of Joy or the Daily Grind. Sometimes, this time included, she came bearing an old book being thrown out by the library she thought he would like. She stepped inside his classroom, glancing around  as she always did, taking in the charming details of the room. It was so clearly his classroom. That warmed their heart. They approached his desk, placing the two to-go mugs down, digging through their bag.

“This was being discarded this morning,” they said, pulling out a copy of A Farewell to Arms. The original cover was a little tattered, well-worn and well-loved through its years of circulation, and the library had seen fit to retire it. “I thought you might enjoy it. Original cover,” they added, placing it on his desk and giving him a small smile. “How has the day been?”