Courtyard: Kerr, Mr. & Mrs. Holden and Open
Kerr had been dreading this day, part of her had been hoping that they would have decided it wasn’t worth their time and just not showed. She was a ‘black sheep’ after all, and St. Margaret’s has been her punishment and freedom. That morning she’d put on the dress her mother had sent. Alex had helped give it an edge from the simple black and white dress. Accompanied with a pair of combat boots and leather jacket she felt a tad better- but nothing would help that she was still in a dress. She’d gmaloured blonde hair that day- something her mother preferred, and kept the rest of her androgynous glamour the same but it didn’t matter- the dress made her look like a girl.
Climbing out of their towncar, Mr. and Mrs. Holden got out and took a look around. It was hard to read their expressions, clearly not what they expected but they weren’t impressed. Kerr shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket as they walked up to her. Almost immediately her mother was obviously irritated by the girl. “Hands out of your pockets- which you should not have. Remove that silly jacket.” She reaches out and basically did herself what she told Kerr to do. The demon just stood there as the older demon draped the jacket over her arm. “What did you do to the gorgeous dress I sent you.” She started to pick at the tattered white fabric with a sigh. “I can’t say I hate it. You never showed talent or interest in fashion before.”
“It wasn’t me mom.” Kerr said, rolling her eyes. “I had help.”
Her mother frowned, as much as they knew this school wouldn’t stop their daughter from socializing with humans and others- at least it didn’t put the commune at risk and sort of kept her out of view of others in their commune. “Well the least you could do is fill out the dress more and have your hair longer.” Her eyes flicked to Kerr’s feet. “And what about the lovely sho-“
Mr. Holden put his arm on his wife’s shoulder. “That’s enough dear. Perhaps we should venture in. I’m sure there’s a whole itinerary for us to do.” Aka he was hoping to make some businesses contacts. Try to extend influence into other supernatural communities- or something Kerr was certain she didn’t care about. She just hoped to make it through the event without attracting too much attention.
After meeting with her teachers to find out she was passing, but it wasn’t special. Her father kept inquiring where she needed to focus to up her grades, and was just short of accusing each teacher of not pushing her hard enough or giving her enough incentive to do better. Though his tone when talking about incentives sounded more like a bad thing than a positive one. Each time pulled a roll of Kerr’s eyes, which was met by a smack on the leg by her mother who spent most of the meetings making sure she was sitting up straight an like a lady.
Then, came the tour. Which neither of her parents were incredibly interested in the tour and as they headed through the courtyard her father was on his phone and collided with someone else. “Excuse you.” He said as if it weren’t entirely his fault- which it was.