School Grounds, Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, Thursday Afternoon

[longislandicedme]

Okay, so having awesome ice powers (whose status as "awesome" fluctuated with Bobby's moods, but details) and being reasonably athletic meant that Bobby was, naturally, pretty in to winter sports. Sure, he still couldn't skate all that well when forced to use proper skates, but the aforementioned awesome ice powers meant that didn't actually prevent him from playing hockey or participating in other skating-related sports.

But hockey wasn't what he was here for today. No, a portion of the lawn had been transformed into a sheet of ice with blue and red circles on either end, and Bobby was sitting- rather uncomfortably- on a large circular piece of granite with a handle sticking out of it, as he read over the sheaf of papers in his hand.

"I don't get it," he admitted, finally, making a face at the curling rules.

[ooc: for the wife! or... anyone who feels like calling, i suppose.]

Comments

[longislandiceme]

excuse u i will have you know I have been teaching math classes since SEPTEMBER

Not that this was a math class, but details.

[brat_inslayage]

You're all old and responsible now. Scary. How did we let this happen?

She might fall at least partly under that label herself now, but was Kennedy ever going to stop being a smartass about it? No.

I had an evil calc prof last semester, and I totally called it. Not that Will believed it until my homework sort of summoned a minor demon in the middle of our living room. 'cause why have math problems that are just a pain in the ass when you can have ones that secretly double as conjuring spells in some bizarro demon language, right?

Possibly the actual scary thing about this was that she took a calculus class.