This one was definitely a student in need of a teacher.
Her brother had been handed off to another friend of their Uncle Henry's but, with a very uncle-like smile, he'd insisted to her mother and her Aunt Dallas that she would do best with this particular teacher.
...neither of them had been pleased that he was a former thief (though at the same time, neither of them had been SURPRISED, given Henry) but his current employment as a secret agent actually settled most of their fears. Even her mother's.
That was why Fiona Post was being presented to Napoleon Solo, an awkward looking girl in terrible clothes that clearly had been designed by the blind and the cruel. Her hair was dark and curly, or rather something of a rat's nest. There was nothing even remotely decorative on her except for a single rubber band on one wrist. All in all, she looked very much like an exceptionally odd gutter-rat that Henry was presenting him with (and Henry usually didn't have time or inclination for anything but the very best) except there was just something... about her. Some force, a magnetism. Something that made one sit up and notice, regardless of what she looked like.
The same sort of strange sensation that Henry had to him at times, but wild. Unchecked. Almost feral.
...for her part, the girl didn't look particularly pleased with him either though Napoleon would be able to tell that at least part of that was a desperate attempt not to keep looking at him.
She was a teenage girl who CLEARLY didn't get out much. The math was pretty easy to do there.
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Her brother had been handed off to another friend of their Uncle Henry's but, with a very uncle-like smile, he'd insisted to her mother and her Aunt Dallas that she would do best with this particular teacher.
...neither of them had been pleased that he was a former thief (though at the same time, neither of them had been SURPRISED, given Henry) but his current employment as a secret agent actually settled most of their fears. Even her mother's.
That was why Fiona Post was being presented to Napoleon Solo, an awkward looking girl in terrible clothes that clearly had been designed by the blind and the cruel. Her hair was dark and curly, or rather something of a rat's nest. There was nothing even remotely decorative on her except for a single rubber band on one wrist. All in all, she looked very much like an exceptionally odd gutter-rat that Henry was presenting him with (and Henry usually didn't have time or inclination for anything but the very best) except there was just something... about her. Some force, a magnetism. Something that made one sit up and notice, regardless of what she looked like.
The same sort of strange sensation that Henry had to him at times, but wild. Unchecked. Almost feral.
...for her part, the girl didn't look particularly pleased with him either though Napoleon would be able to tell that at least part of that was a desperate attempt not to keep looking at him.
She was a teenage girl who CLEARLY didn't get out much. The math was pretty easy to do there.