Dante floated down the underground hallway, sandals in hand, towards the door to the Conference room. Dante had actually never been down there before, so he was excited to be invited down to the conference room.
His day had already had a particularly rough, and was in no mood to deal with any more kids for the time being, so he was actually looking forward to the meeting. Three of the kids in his class today burned everything they cooked, which meant that he would have to soak the pots and pans they used, and clean them later. That was his least favorite part, and then to make matters worse, one of the kids dared another kid to touch the hot coil on the oven top. He remembered when he interviewed for his position; nervous and shaking a little. Ororo was calm and collected, and she had a kind smile. She very much put him at ease, and now he delighted any interaction with her that he might get.
He floated into the room, barely inches off the floor. He saw people he definitely didn't recognize, so he just kept to himself. "Good evening, headmistress." He said politely, as he found a seat with an empty chair to either side of him. I wonder if Jean-Paul will be here? I know he is usually late... Dante thought to himself, as he began to daydream about the speedy Frenchman, waiting for the meeting to start.