Who: Violet Baudelaire and Susan (Pevensie) Hastings When: Sometime on Monday (backdated) Where: Susan's office What: Violet comes to discuss options in terms of her classes knowing an exam retake was a must. Rating: PG-13 for ASOUE content and possible spoilers for the novels.
After a few minutes of searching Violet (looking more her age in jeans, a man's shirt tossed over a tank and sneakers plus her gearbelt) had hopefully found the right office for her session with Professor Hastings. After knocking on the door she gracefully sat down on the bench outside and went back to going over the listing of classes with her version of a fine tooth comb. "Piano does sound like fun but the light of learning how to use an actual lightsaber sounds even better. Plus maybe seeing one in action would inspire my own version?" her mind spinning with fresh ideas for new projects. She plucked the pen from behind her ear to scribble some notes into her idea journal as she was thinking aloud. "Maybe a language? There are a couple that sound interesting. But after everything with you know who maybe something that can let me fight back would not be a bad idea after all?" she mused.
"But this is the best kind of curious. School means reclaming some of who I actually am. Just have to find a job before too much longer." the forms for the salvage yard peeking from the back of her notebook. "Also need to buy a proper bag, I think I'll go back for that messanger tote I spotted last outing." since she knew it would work for pretty much everything. She had also overheard talk of a prom and made a note to at least consider the idea,"Among other things he took was a normal upper school experience." she mused.
That was when she heard what she figured was someone leaving one of the other offices.