Helena didn’t really think much of it when she was informed that she’d be getting a TA for her classroom. Frankly she doesn’t think she needs one. She’s perfectly capable of running a comfortable English class but it’s not really up to her so here she is, coming in early on a Monday and pretending not to be nursing 6 different injuries from patrol this weekend.

She lets out a groan and sits down at her desk, trying not to wince as she bumps a bruise on her side. She pushes up her large sunglasses to shield her irritated and sleep deprived eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights of the classroom and lets the warm burn of her coffee soothe the fatigue for a moment.

She would never choose to be here this early on any other day but of course she needed to meet the TA and train her and whatever. She better be great at her job, and quiet, if Helena has to be here so early for this when she could’ve gotten an extra hour of sleep. She’s still grumbling and stewing at her desk when she hears her classroom door open and close.

She looks up over her sunglasses, ready to fix this TA with a glare, until she catches sight of the perky (in more ways than one) new TA with a short skirt and a big smile suddenly making Helena feel a lot less tired.