When We Travel | Whouffaldi

A Date at School.... & FIRES

The Doctor's POV

Clara and I headed towards the school building doors.

"Ozzie loves the Scottie." Some girls said as we walked by them in the corridors.

"Yes. Yes she does." I teased.

Clara groaned, "oh my god..." She picked up her pace and headed into her classroom. I smirked towards her as she shut the door. The students started smiling and talking among themselves as they made their way to their first lesson.

I scanned the corridors and windows for any sort of graffiti/vandalism. Why do these students find it fun to do pointless graffiti? I then came across the ONE piece of graffiti that I would never get rid of... 'Ozzie loves the Scottie.'

If it says 'Ozzie loves the Squaddie', then I would get rid of it in a heartbeat. I passed by Clara's classroom and peeked in through the window. Of course she was teaching the class about Jane Austen once again. I can't help but feel like she's cheating on me with her. I shrugged as I continued to walk down the long hall.

I kept my eye open for the Silence as I turned every corner.

Clara's POV

I sat at my desk as the students started their essays on Jane Austen. The Doctor will have to help me mark them again. Whenever I was bored I would think of the Doctor... It always seemed to pass the time.

'Hey. Stop thinking of me and help your students with their essays...' The Doctor's thoughts invaded my head.

'Oi! Don't go listening to my thoughts.' I replied.

'Sorry, couldn't help myself. You're the one who wanted to stay telepathically linked.'

'Don't YOU want to be telepathically linked?' I wondered.

'Of course I do. Now... Attend to your students before they think that you're weird for just looking into space.'

'Fine! Love you.'

'Love you too. Also... The Tardis wants to take us somewhere later.' he told me.

'Okay. Meet you at your Tardis at around 4.'

'Sounds good.'

'I will also meet you in the cafeteria at 12.'

'Yes, boss.' He replied.

The Doctor's POV

Twelve o' clock. I sat in the far corner of the cafeteria waiting for Clara. It was ten seconds into the hour!

Clara then appeared in the distance and she approached me, "You're twenty two seconds late." I told her.

She smiled, "Wow. It's a crime." she said as she sat opposite. "I take it you missed me then.

I nodded slightly, "Of course I did."

"It's only been three hours since we last saw each other."

"Three hours too much." I stated with a smile.

She chuckled quietly before placing a plastic tub in front of me.

"Here." She started, "I got us some food." I opened the tub and there was some shortbread inside. I took one out and took a small bite, "Hope you like them." She said as she took one, "I made them when you were gone for a few weeks."

"They're lovely. A lot better than your erm... Burnt soufflés."

"My soufflés aren't THAT bad." she replied, finishing off her shortbread.