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Christina was still proudly sailing on the boat of terrible ideas. And she'd had to listen to Evan and Lucius fucking, despite going out with Tom and getting coffee and wandering around probably making everyone assume Tom was her uncle or father or something in Hyde Park. Which had been lovely, actually, walking by the water and seeing Prince Albert's Memorial and watching people ride their bikes.

Okay, so Tom was the Headmaster of her school. People had been in worse romantic situations, right? Probably. Not off hand. Not ones that turned out well, anyway, but Christina wasn't stupid. She'd be okay. She bought two coffee and two croissants and brought them and her phone in to Tom's office first thing in the morning, knocking on his door and then peeking inside. "I brought my phone, Headmaster. May I come in?"