Week Fourteen: Sunday
Who: Leecee and Miklos
Where: Miklos' Office
When: Sunday, just about noon
What: Their kittens have been very naughty.
While those who might have had private dealings with Miss Errona were aware there was so much more to her than could be seen, most of the students were not aware. There were such a large number who were from the human world and, despite their experience at the school, magic was still a complete mystery. They just saw the buxom woman in dresses and heels smiling and greeting others in that pleasant Southern drawl.
Not that wasn't part of the real her, but there was a very hard edge to a seemingly soft woman. Her entire attitude was like an edge cutting through the hallways as she strutted through on black pumps and a black and white chiffon knee-length dress and empire waist. It had lots of dramatic flowing going on that went well with her steady gait. The straightness in her hair was slowly going out, giving it more body in soft waves down near the ends. She was ready to cut it again; having waist-length hair was high maintenance in brushing.
But perhaps others had already heard --thanks to Venizelos-- that there had already been a perpetration. There were already glances in her direction, and at her stern face, before people were turning and whispering. Yes, it was pretty clear whose Guide one or both of the students had. She had only agreed to meet Miklos at his office because she thought it would make him more open.
The video had certainly implicated Cecelia, but his student had manhandled her. Just as he complained before. Just the idea of a student walking around who might, at any point, feel free to manhandle her made her mouth sneer. Did he have any idea what a satyr of Wes' age could do to him? Satyrs had no strong magic, but they usually came in packs and Wes was certainly no exception with all his children.
Give the woman a plastic hoop and a whip, because she was gunning to be a regular lion tamer.
"Miklos." She said as way of greeting as she swept into his office, all seriousness and flowing fabric. "Ah apologize that we must meet under such circumstances." Leecee sighed, she often took things of this nature too seriously, but if a century and a half hadn't changed her from that, it was doubtful another century and a half would.
Where: Miklos' Office
When: Sunday, just about noon
What: Their kittens have been very naughty.
While those who might have had private dealings with Miss Errona were aware there was so much more to her than could be seen, most of the students were not aware. There were such a large number who were from the human world and, despite their experience at the school, magic was still a complete mystery. They just saw the buxom woman in dresses and heels smiling and greeting others in that pleasant Southern drawl.
Not that wasn't part of the real her, but there was a very hard edge to a seemingly soft woman. Her entire attitude was like an edge cutting through the hallways as she strutted through on black pumps and a black and white chiffon knee-length dress and empire waist. It had lots of dramatic flowing going on that went well with her steady gait. The straightness in her hair was slowly going out, giving it more body in soft waves down near the ends. She was ready to cut it again; having waist-length hair was high maintenance in brushing.
But perhaps others had already heard --thanks to Venizelos-- that there had already been a perpetration. There were already glances in her direction, and at her stern face, before people were turning and whispering. Yes, it was pretty clear whose Guide one or both of the students had. She had only agreed to meet Miklos at his office because she thought it would make him more open.
The video had certainly implicated Cecelia, but his student had manhandled her. Just as he complained before. Just the idea of a student walking around who might, at any point, feel free to manhandle her made her mouth sneer. Did he have any idea what a satyr of Wes' age could do to him? Satyrs had no strong magic, but they usually came in packs and Wes was certainly no exception with all his children.
Give the woman a plastic hoop and a whip, because she was gunning to be a regular lion tamer.
"Miklos." She said as way of greeting as she swept into his office, all seriousness and flowing fabric. "Ah apologize that we must meet under such circumstances." Leecee sighed, she often took things of this nature too seriously, but if a century and a half hadn't changed her from that, it was doubtful another century and a half would.