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Third floor C 17
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((It's as done as I can make it right now. I keep having image errors))

Melodia straightened out her dress, pulling the top slightly lower and the skirt slightly higher. Checking her makeup quickly, she brushed her hair back nervously. This meeting was strictly business, for the time being, but she knew Dean was rather handsome, and a simple flirtation wouldn't hurt a fly. Gently, she knocked on the door and waited, patiently, looking in her briefcase to make sure all her papers were there and in order.
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Chrissy was not the jealous type, but there was something about Melodia had made her doubt her. She didn't like the idea of having Melodia come over.
She was clasping her necklace when the door bell rang. "This must be her," Chrissy called to Dean, "Dean are you ready yet?" She went to open the door.

"Yea, I'm right here." Dean said and kissed her head.
He hadn't changed since he got home, but he thought he was fine with what he was wearing. A dark blue button up shirt, black pants and a dark coat.
He knew that Chrissy didn't like Melodia coming, but they needed to talk.
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((Should it be about Gwen's grades? Since she hasn't been at school a few times and she went to the hospital 2 times I think))

((sounds good))
Melodia checked her watch. It was the correct time. Perhaps he had simply forgotten? She sighed, and decided to wait another minute, before she would send her fellow teacher a text message and leave

Chrissy opened the door. She forced a smile and said, "Melodia, hi. Come on in." She closed the door behind the other girl and tried to stay as cheery as possible.

Dean cast Chrissy a look, he knew she didn't like this, but Gwen needed help. He whispered into Chrissy's ear, "It's fine, it won't take long. I promise."

"Thanks for having me over," Melodia said with a cat-like smile curving over her deep red lips. She held a hand out to Chrissy, "Nice to meet you, I'm Melodia, but you can call me Mel. Dean has told me so much about you." She said, appearing to be as friendly as ever. She held up her briefcase, "I've got my paperwork if you're ready to sit down and look at it."

Dean nodded. "I wish we didn't have to met about this, but I saw Gwen at homecoming. Her arms were covered in scars and bruises. But she isn't going to tell anyone what happened."

((Sorry for the late reply I was having dinner))

Chrissy shook Melodia's hands. She landed a kiss on Dean's cheek as she excused herself to get something to drink.
She overheard the conversation and said, "I hope she is okay."
She sounded concerned.

((It's fine))

Melodia shot Chrissy an apologetic smile, "I hope you understand we can't discuss this matter with you, it's nothing personal, mostly just..against the law," she explained sheepishly, shooting a glance at Dean, "We wouldnt want to lose our jobs. But I too, wish we were not having to discuss this. It's terrible."

Dean nodded again. "Sorry Chrissy. It won't take long, I promise. Please, sit done." He said to Melodia and sat down himself. He puled out his phone and looked for his pictures.

"I understand." Chrissy smiled placed the drinks in font of them and left. She went into the kitchen and started working on tonight's dinner.

Melodia sat down, setting her briefcase on the table in front of them. "This is really unfortunate," she sighed, "I've seen this happen several times at this school, but the students never step up to speak about it. And clearly, it's taking a hit to her grades as well."

Dean cast hos girlfriend a sad look. He then turned his attention back to his phone , he found the pictures he had taken of Gwen, he set his phone in front of Melodia.
"This was Gwen at homecoming."
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((are we pretending she's got the bruises in this picture??))

((Yea, Chrissy Coastanza hasn't gotten beat up))

((lol yea I figured, just wanted make sure))
Melodia frowned, "Well, perhaps this is a cry for help? She hasn't made any attempt to cover them. Maybe this is her way of speaking out?" She suggested hopefully, taking a sip of the wine in front of her

"She had them covered up, but I had her take a girl home. And no one at school knows that she has these. Only Ashton Komo I think, I asked Gwen about them and she said it was her old boyfriend that she thought died in the war.
And he's upset that she moved on from him."

"Has she been to counceling?" Melodia asked, biting her lower lip, "She really should be, with a situation such as this. It has to be very traumatic. No wonder her grades have been falling...and with Ivy week coming up soon, she will want to have them raised, I'n guessing."

"I don't think she has. She doesn't seem to want help with this, I know one of the other art teachers is her older brother. Maybe we could talk to him, or maybe we could talk to Ashton. I only have her and Ashton in a class, does she have any other close friends?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, I've seen her around with Ashton most specifically, and occasionally a few others, but nothing very consistent. She's missed my class quite often," she frowned, "Is the old boyfriend still around? That's the root of the problem."

"I think he is at a state hospital or jail. She doesn't know, or I think she just doesn't care where Draco is. I have a picture of him." He took his phone back and set it down again.
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"He's in the back, the other two are Gwen and Jared, her brother. She showed me it and she didn't know I took a picture of it."

"He looks nice enough...but I'm sure war does many things to people that we won't understand," she frowned, truly upset over the matter. "So, what should we do to help resolve this?" she asked him

"I think we need to talk to Gwen and Ashton, since he seems to be her one friend, or person that she trusts with this." Dean sighed, he liked Gwen a lot. And she wasn't herself lately.

"Where are her parents in this situation? Do they know what was going on?" There were so many things that had to be assessed before they took actions.

"Gwen lives with her brother, their parents know what happened and Gwen told them to stay in Albany. They can't leave their jobs anyway, she just moved in with Jared. Ashton's father is an old drunk I think."

((I am not replying because it's a conversation between Denver and you. So I guess we are waiting for her reply. ))

((Yup, Chrissy could need money or something to get stuff for dinner))

Chrissy decided that she needed to buy something for dinner. She went to her room grabbed her coat and her purse. She went to the living room and decided it was better to not disturb Dean and Mel. She quickly texted Dean telling him she was going out. She then went to the living room acting like she couldn't hear their conversation. She actually couldn't. And she went for the door hoping that she would be ignored.

Dean looked at his phone. He read her text and saw her making her way toward the door, he met her eyes. He didn't want to say anything, but they could communicate with out words.
He reached for his wallet and pulled out some money.

She looked over at Dean. He was taking out his wallet. She gestured to him that she had money.

((don't forget to post at least four sentences love))

Mel nodded, "Well, I wouldn't expect the parents of another student to get involved, but I wish her parents were in the area. It's, in my opinion, rather terrible for parents to leave their children to fend for themselves. That can't help the situation much either," she frowned.

"Gwen moved here. She chose to leave and her overprotective brother followed her. I don't know if their parents wanted him here." He put his wallet back in his pocket, "She wanted to get out of Albany. I don't know everything about this Draco guy, but he was her everything before he supposedly died."

"But all I know is that he didn't actually die, when Gwen found out he was alive she called me. She told me she almost wanted to keave with him. But she locked herself away do she wouldn't. "

"I feel as if perhaps we should, erm, bring the authorities into this situation..." Mel said uncomfortably. Clearly, they were treading on dangerous ground now. And, damnit all, she had come here to flirt and Lord knew she couldn't do that with a student's well-being on the table. She looked over at Dean, her eyes wavering as she met his gaze

He shook his head. "Gwen called the police when he broke in, maybe she has gottspen a therapist of counselor. I hope so, But I am guessing that Jared made her." He looked away from her eyes.

"We need to make sure she has a counselor. We can only do so much, as can her friends," Mel frowned, looking down at her hands, which were shaking lightly. She understood this situation far too well. "And we need to figure out how she can make up the work she has missed so she can pass and get her grades up."

"Does she have any of your classes?" He asked and took a sip of wine. "You can only help her with yiur own class. Others teachers would need to helo her with their own classes." He set his glass down. "But maybe she can handle it on her own, she has so far."

((I don't think either of them have her in their classes...lol))

(((I thought he did))

((WHat does he teach again?))

((Journalism))

((I am internationally freaking out over Luke Hemmings and Ashton Irwin))

((it doesn't say she's in it))

((She trusts him anyway I geuss, i thiught she was though.))

((aww... Someone needs to be Chrissy...))