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You've reached the voicemail of Zoe Washburn. I'm not available right now, but if you leave your name and a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

A little problem with her wardrobe was not going to keep Zoe away from work. She had far too much to do, and there weren't enough metal bits in her top to prevent her from taking care of anyone who acted like they shouldn't. The door was open for anyone who wanted to speak with her.

[Open! I really miss Hercules and Xena sometimes.]

Yes, Zoe was in her office on a Saturday morning. However, she had a very good excuse this time, and she was actually looking forward to the business of being principal for once. All she needed were those who she'd handwavily asked to come and join her.

[For two ladies in particular.]

John and Zoe's honeymoon had started like most do, with quite a bit of alone time spent indoors. But as the week progressed, and John spent more and more time overhearing the stories coming from the people in town, it seemed that their honeymoon wasn't going to be as normal as Zoe had expected.

Not that she necessarily minded stalking through the woods, searching for what John said was probably something called a wendigo - they had packed weapons in the car, after all. But she was still trying to decide if this went in the category of marital bonding.

[For the husband omg I get to use that word now eeee.]

If Zoe could have had anything she wanted, she would have figured out a way to get cameras attached to some of the wedding invitations she and John had sent out. Pretty, formal invitations were not something she thought would be expected of either of them, but as non-traditional as their wedding was going to be, there were a few areas where Zoe wanted to do something normal, especially if it was something she hadn't done the first time around. After all, she was hellbent and determined that this would be the last time she ever got married. She had an excuse to make it all count.

Despite how everything she read said she should be getting more and more nervous as the wedding date got closer, Zoe was relaxed, and in a good mood. It was possible that's what was keeping her from taking all of the annoying paperwork on her desk and just shredding it.

[Open! If you got an email from me, you got an IC invitation. If you're a teacher/administrator/etc. and you didn't get an e-mail, ping me at fireballofkatie.]

Zoe was working quietly on the couch, glancing over occasionally to keep an eye on Grace. She had something playing on the television, some inane video that was sure to drive her crazy before Grace ever tired of it, but it was keeping her quiet and entertained, and for the moment that's what counted.

[For two certain young ladies.]

Zoe was sprawled out on the living room couch, finishing up the paperwork she'd brought home for the weekend. Having the boys in the house had distracted her, but it certainly hadn't been an unpleasant distraction, and since they'd been gone for most of the day, she'd been able to get everything done. The baby monitor from Grace's room was blissfully quiet, and Zoe found herself wondering if John was busy with things she couldn't pull him away from.

[For one Winchester in particular.]

After Zoe's encounter with Inara, she couldn't wait to get home and tell John about what was happening again. She had to admit, she was kind of looking forward to the possibility of the boys being little.

[For any and all Winchesters!]

After the faculty meeting, Zoe grabbed some piles of paperwork from her office, and headed home with John. She'd meant what she'd said about keeping an eye on him after his time traveling, and there were some very important things she wanted to make sure they discussed before the day was done. It was possible that having him go missing had made her start seriously thinking about the future.

[For the fiancé!]

Things were quiet in the house as Grace slept and Zoe looked through the letters again, but this time, she was too lost in her own thoughts to really read them. When she came home from the town hall meeting, she'd found that John had left her a note to say that he and the boys were going to take a look around town in the afternoon. But afternoon had become evening, and there was no sign of him, and Zoe was currently trying very, very hard to not think about what that might mean.

[For the lone future stepson.]

When Zoe got to her office, she wasn't surprised to find her inbox full of mail, and as soon as she was settled, she started separating everything into the usual piles: Catalogues and Magazines, Credit Card Applications, Whining From the School Board, and Actually Important Things.

She was about halfway through the pile when she found the first of the letters. The age of the envelope made the note stand out, as did the postmark - London. Zoe set the other mail aside to open the letter and read it, and the more she read, the more she stared. Going through the rest of the mail produced another handful of letters from all over the world, all just as yellowed and faded with age as the first one. Though each letter was different, the essential information was the same, and Zoe read through them all before carefully folding them back up and tucking them together. She had to speak to everyone right away, before more people got hurt.

[Establishy!]

Zoe had taken spring break as a break for herself, from having to deal with anything school-related. When she went into her office, she was expecting a little bit of dust. The disco ball and redecorating? Was more than a little surprising.

It was entirely possible that she wasn't going to make it through the semester without killing someone.

[The door is open!]

Last night, Zoe made sure John was in bed with her, where he could hopefully stay out of trouble. As amusing as it was to watch him in doll-sized action, she was much, much happier to wake up curled up against a full-sized man. After the way he'd acted over the weekend, she felt it was completely within her rights to reach under the covers and make sure that all of him was back to normal size.

[For John. Hee!]

Zoe was at her desk, organizing the new student records, and watching Grace play with some of the shiny toys she'd gotten for Christmas. At least, that's what she was trying to do. Every once in a while, she'd think about her encounter in the library and just stop what she was doing as she got lost in thought. This had all the makings of being a very long day.

[Open!]

With the holidays officially over, Zoe was back in her office, making sure everything was ready for the arrival of new students on Friday. She had to admit, this was one of her favorite parts of the semester, trying to guess who would give her trouble, and who wouldn't.

[The door is open!]

Zoe was used to spending holidays in the company of quite a few people. But there was something about the idea of spending Christmas Eve with John and Grace, and the boys, and their girls that made the holiday seem that much more special.

She had, of course, taken the opportunity to get Grace a pretty dress for her first Christmas, but at the moment, Grace seemed far more interested in trying to get out of Zoe's arms to attack the Christmas tree ornaments. They were going to have to find some that weren't quite so shiny for next year.

[Open to anyone who's coming by for the holiday, except the Grinch. There will be a post for stealing later. *g*]

Zoe double-checked her bag to make sure that she'd picked up everything that was on her list. She'd gone home to get some things for Grace, hoping that if Grace had familiar items with her, like her blanket, and a stuffed toy, she might be more comfortable in the clinic.

Zoe felt exhausted, but she didn't think that was unusual until she realized she'd spent the whole time she was in the house scratching her arms. Pulling her sleeves up, Zoe found the rash running halfway up, and sighed. Maybe, if she was careful, she could blend in unnoticed with the rest of the sick people, and stay with Grace.

[Establishy! AND IT ALWAYS SAID FRIDAY LA LA LA!]

It had been a good weekend, but Zoe was glad to be back in Fandom. The office was nice and quiet, so she was taking the chance to get some serious work done.

[open!]

Zoe was engaging in her usual battle against the growing piles of papers in her office, but she was putting up a stronger fight today, to make sure that she had nothing to worry about over the weekend. She wanted to enjoy the wedding, after all.

[Anyone who's having a bad feeling about next week? Come on in! Or, feel free to just stop by randomly. I'll pick up pings around 5pm.]