Dresden Academy

"Dr Dawkins," she responded noncommittally. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the school counselor, as she had certainly been a pain in the ass for him over the years, and never more so since the end of senior year. She couldn't really tell if he'd rather see the back of her by now.

"I suppose. I don't really know what else to do." The advantage was that she didn't have to pretend to be confident of herself or at all sure of anything when it came to talking to him. After all, perhaps more than anyone, he knew it to be a front. "I thought you might have some advice for me."