You know my name

By this point in time, Bond was convinced that either his office was cursed, or the gremlins were deliberately breaking his heater every time Parent's Weekend rolled around. He figured that in this place, either option was equally likely.

Still there was nothing for it, and anyone visiting Bond's office should be prepared for a blast of hot air and a shirtless teacher.

[Open!]

Bond had spent most of the last two days being interrogated debriefed by his 'aunt', so it had been something of a relief when M had suggested inviting Kyle along to dinner so she could meet him before she left.

Arguably Bond should have felt some sort of shame hiding behind his TA, but to be quite honest, by this point he would have thrown anyone in M's path to distract her. There were reasons she was in charge.

[For two.]

Given how organised he kept his files, it had been the work of minutes for Bond to get his notes on his students ready. While none of them were laid out where prying eyes could see them, they were all close at hand for if and when they were needed.

Satisfied with his arrangements, he opened his office door and propped it open.

Bond was once again behind his desk this morning, wearing one of his better suits and secure in the knowledge that he didn't seem to have any unexpected guests of his own to deal with.

The door was open for any visitors who wished to come in.