1 Bad influence
1.1 By Rozi aka Angua's #1 fan
Miss Susan Sto Helit looked under a classroom desk; there was a wet patch. She groaned, Aaron didn't tell her about it these days.
But a good teacher always comes prepared.
She reached into the stock cupboard to pull out a supply of towels and jumped.
"Good Gods, it's bad enough when Death of Rats does that!" She cried.
"Sorry," Lubsang smiled "didn't mean to scare you."
Susan picked up the towels "I'll be out in a minute, I have to see a student's mother about something."
"Blame the parents eh?"
"Something like that, but a little moreE¦ complicated. Do you mind?"
"Alright, I'll be outside."
Susan carefully shut the cupboard and rolled her eyes.
After the mess was cleared up she looked up at the clock, she was ten minutes late, but that might be the job. It tended to take up a lot of time.
She dusted her jacket off and laid it carefully on the back of her chair.
She looked around.
Then, carefully, opened a bottom drawer in her desk, she looked around again and picked up a small selection of chocolates.
"Old habits die hard?"
Susan turned at the voice, "Oh, you are?"
"My daughter's been causing trouble hasn't she?" The woman stood in the doorway outside the classroom.
Susan nodded and sat down "Care for a drink?"
"Not on duty thanks, I know what the teachers keep as drinks in their desks."
Susan raised an eyebrow "Spoken to a lot of teachers have you?"
The woman sighed and rubbed her eyes "Like you wouldn't believe," she said wearily "how much is it this time, my wages can't cover anymore windows."
"Your daughter hasn't broken any more Miss."
"Sergeant, if you don't mind."
Angua removed her helmet and laid it on the desk in front of her "Mind if I get a chair?"
"No, take a seat," Susan leaned back in hers.
"What has she done this time?" She asked, "I will not take responsibility for any more teachers seeking early retirement due to nervous break downs, if they start seeing things then it's their fault not mine-"
"Young Elsa is a werewolf."
There was a long, strangling silence.
"I'm sorry?" Asked Angua, keeping her face as straight as a statue, "I'm not sure I heard you correctly."
"Yes you are, Sergeant Angua, I know about Elsa and you."
Angua's eyes narrowed, she took a deep breath and leaned forward in her chair "How exactly do you know-"
Then Angua stopped and the penny dropped.
"You drink in Biers don't you? I've seen you, you are the one with the-"
"VOICE?" Susan coughed, "That would be me."
"Ah, I see."
There was another long silence.
"You haven't-" Angua began.
"No, it's not exactly something I would discuss over tea and gin in the staff room is it?"
"Gin? Ye Gods, I thought Watchmen had it hard."
Susan sighed, "I have no intention of making a big deal about it Sergeant, I have a feeling of what will happen if your. secret gets out."
"Thank you," said Angua bitterly.
"But your daughter she's a little. well, she did threaten to tear out Billy's jugular vein if he called her-" Susan checked some papers "- 'Mummy's little girl' one more time, since then he positively wets himself every time she looks at him."
Angua rolled her eyes "She gets that from me," she said.
"But your son doesn't seem to have the same problem."
Angua shrugged "He never does."
"He offered to help me pack away the pencils today and clean the board."
"Really?"
"Normally if a student does this, they usually have to leave school with a bloody nose and a new nick name."
"Oh?"
"Yet Rex has no trouble from the other boys at all."
"You don't say?"
"In fact, everyone likes him. In the staff room, the other teachers fight over who gets to teach him! Do you know why Sergeant? It's because when ever he enters a room, everyone else goes as quiet as a mouse. The whole class room is silent for the whole lesson and they offer to help when he asks them to."
"I see."
"Why is this do you think?"
"That doesn't surprise me in the slightest, he gets it from his fath-"
Angua stopped and met Susan's gaze.
There was yet another long silence.
"There had been. rumours, about you and Captain Carrot," said Susan carefully.
"Rumours?"
"Untrue I should think."
"Yes."
Susan picked up a pile of papers and said briskly "I suggest you talk to your daughter about her behaviour, I know there are some things she can't help, but I'm sure for your sake and hers-"
"I'll talk to her tonight Miss Sto Helit."
"As for Rex, commend him on his enthusiasm and tell him that he'll go far."
"Right to the top I should think," said Angua thoughtfully, "with a name like Rex."
"Quite a name," Susan said.
"Ca- I mean, his father thought it would be appropriate."
"Yes, I can see why."
Susan opened the door for Angua as she walked out, "I hope we don't meet again like this," she said, "Are you going to be in Biers?"
"Not tonight, I'm on duty, but maybe some other time?"
"Certainly," said Susan as Angua smoothed back her hair and replaced her helmet
"Just one more thing Miss Sto Helit-" Angua turned as she walked out of the doorway.
"Call me Susan."
"Susan, how did you get that voice?"
"Which one?"
Angua raised an eyebrow "The one that makes you feel like you have seconds to live."
Susan grinned and for a moment, though Angua could swear she was imaging it, her eyes went slightly odd, hard to define. They looked slightly skull like.
"Let's just say; no one can help their inheritance?"
Angua smiled "I'll see you soon then."
Angua walked out thoughtfully, "What a strange woman," she said to no one in particular "she smelt like Death!"
THE END
** I am VERY VERY SORRY! Terry Pratchett's gonna sue somebody! **
1.1 By Rozi aka Angua's #1 fan
Miss Susan Sto Helit looked under a classroom desk; there was a wet patch. She groaned, Aaron didn't tell her about it these days.
But a good teacher always comes prepared.
She reached into the stock cupboard to pull out a supply of towels and jumped.
"Good Gods, it's bad enough when Death of Rats does that!" She cried.
"Sorry," Lubsang smiled "didn't mean to scare you."
Susan picked up the towels "I'll be out in a minute, I have to see a student's mother about something."
"Blame the parents eh?"
"Something like that, but a little moreE¦ complicated. Do you mind?"
"Alright, I'll be outside."
Susan carefully shut the cupboard and rolled her eyes.
After the mess was cleared up she looked up at the clock, she was ten minutes late, but that might be the job. It tended to take up a lot of time.
She dusted her jacket off and laid it carefully on the back of her chair.
She looked around.
Then, carefully, opened a bottom drawer in her desk, she looked around again and picked up a small selection of chocolates.
"Old habits die hard?"
Susan turned at the voice, "Oh, you are?"
"My daughter's been causing trouble hasn't she?" The woman stood in the doorway outside the classroom.
Susan nodded and sat down "Care for a drink?"
"Not on duty thanks, I know what the teachers keep as drinks in their desks."
Susan raised an eyebrow "Spoken to a lot of teachers have you?"
The woman sighed and rubbed her eyes "Like you wouldn't believe," she said wearily "how much is it this time, my wages can't cover anymore windows."
"Your daughter hasn't broken any more Miss."
"Sergeant, if you don't mind."
Angua removed her helmet and laid it on the desk in front of her "Mind if I get a chair?"
"No, take a seat," Susan leaned back in hers.
"What has she done this time?" She asked, "I will not take responsibility for any more teachers seeking early retirement due to nervous break downs, if they start seeing things then it's their fault not mine-"
"Young Elsa is a werewolf."
There was a long, strangling silence.
"I'm sorry?" Asked Angua, keeping her face as straight as a statue, "I'm not sure I heard you correctly."
"Yes you are, Sergeant Angua, I know about Elsa and you."
Angua's eyes narrowed, she took a deep breath and leaned forward in her chair "How exactly do you know-"
Then Angua stopped and the penny dropped.
"You drink in Biers don't you? I've seen you, you are the one with the-"
"VOICE?" Susan coughed, "That would be me."
"Ah, I see."
There was another long silence.
"You haven't-" Angua began.
"No, it's not exactly something I would discuss over tea and gin in the staff room is it?"
"Gin? Ye Gods, I thought Watchmen had it hard."
Susan sighed, "I have no intention of making a big deal about it Sergeant, I have a feeling of what will happen if your. secret gets out."
"Thank you," said Angua bitterly.
"But your daughter she's a little. well, she did threaten to tear out Billy's jugular vein if he called her-" Susan checked some papers "- 'Mummy's little girl' one more time, since then he positively wets himself every time she looks at him."
Angua rolled her eyes "She gets that from me," she said.
"But your son doesn't seem to have the same problem."
Angua shrugged "He never does."
"He offered to help me pack away the pencils today and clean the board."
"Really?"
"Normally if a student does this, they usually have to leave school with a bloody nose and a new nick name."
"Oh?"
"Yet Rex has no trouble from the other boys at all."
"You don't say?"
"In fact, everyone likes him. In the staff room, the other teachers fight over who gets to teach him! Do you know why Sergeant? It's because when ever he enters a room, everyone else goes as quiet as a mouse. The whole class room is silent for the whole lesson and they offer to help when he asks them to."
"I see."
"Why is this do you think?"
"That doesn't surprise me in the slightest, he gets it from his fath-"
Angua stopped and met Susan's gaze.
There was yet another long silence.
"There had been. rumours, about you and Captain Carrot," said Susan carefully.
"Rumours?"
"Untrue I should think."
"Yes."
Susan picked up a pile of papers and said briskly "I suggest you talk to your daughter about her behaviour, I know there are some things she can't help, but I'm sure for your sake and hers-"
"I'll talk to her tonight Miss Sto Helit."
"As for Rex, commend him on his enthusiasm and tell him that he'll go far."
"Right to the top I should think," said Angua thoughtfully, "with a name like Rex."
"Quite a name," Susan said.
"Ca- I mean, his father thought it would be appropriate."
"Yes, I can see why."
Susan opened the door for Angua as she walked out, "I hope we don't meet again like this," she said, "Are you going to be in Biers?"
"Not tonight, I'm on duty, but maybe some other time?"
"Certainly," said Susan as Angua smoothed back her hair and replaced her helmet
"Just one more thing Miss Sto Helit-" Angua turned as she walked out of the doorway.
"Call me Susan."
"Susan, how did you get that voice?"
"Which one?"
Angua raised an eyebrow "The one that makes you feel like you have seconds to live."
Susan grinned and for a moment, though Angua could swear she was imaging it, her eyes went slightly odd, hard to define. They looked slightly skull like.
"Let's just say; no one can help their inheritance?"
Angua smiled "I'll see you soon then."
Angua walked out thoughtfully, "What a strange woman," she said to no one in particular "she smelt like Death!"
THE END
** I am VERY VERY SORRY! Terry Pratchett's gonna sue somebody! **