RealisticFantasy
✯ Raccoon Catcher ✯
Victoria stands, chatting idly with her friends in the hallways of the esteemed Whitehill Academy. She cringes as her gaze falls upon a poster that reads "Annual Whitehill Academy Masquerade Charity Event... Come out and represent your school!" She scoffs, turning her attention back to her friends and nodding to the poster. "Thank god that's optional, huh?" Ding. Victoria's cellphone notification goes off and she fishes through the pockets of her jeans. As she finally finds the device, she enters her passcode and opens the email she just received.
"'Please come to my office at your earliest convenience (that means now). Your friendly neighborhood Dean'... Looks like I gotta split." She groans, flashing the message to the surrounding group of friends. "Yikes! Again, Vee?" Victoria's friend Allison raises an eyebrow at her. Victoria turns on her heels and starts heading toward the Dean's office, talking over her shoulder. "Again. And, I told you not to call me that and who actually says yikes?" Allison sticks her tongue out at Victoria and Victoria laughs.
Victoria’s First Day
“Where’s the fucking auditorium?” Victoria mumbles under her breath as she races down the halls of Whitehill Academy. Of course, her first class had to be in a place she had never been to before. She didn’t get to visit the campus often because of the distance between it and her hometown and now that seemed to be punishing her. If it was any of class she would stop and ask for directions, but – as fate would have it – it had to be Professor Black’s class. He had a reputation of being the meanest, strictest professor in the school, if not the entire country. But, he had his strong points… Or so they said.
Finally, Victoria rounds a corner and sees four set of double doors that lead into the auditorium. She pushes open the center most one with a distinctive click that rings out through the silence of the auditorium. All eyes are on her as she walks down the aisle to where the class was seated. The professor sits on the edge of the stage, holding a clipboard. Obviously, he was in mid-roll call. “Victoria Greene.” He says it calmly but bitterly as it the words had a bad taste to them. Victoria sheepishly raises a hand as she takes a seat. “Uh, here. Sorry, I’m late. I got… lost.” She raises her gaze to the professor with a forced smile. He was much more attractive than she had anticipated and it caught her a bit off guard. She just hopes that the description of his personality wasn't under-exaggerated as well.
Victoria enters the main office of Whitehill Academy and walks up to the desk of the secretary. She was an older woman with streaks of gray in her black hair which was always pulled back into a ponytail. She also had a strange scent about her that no one could quite put their finger on, although it was vaguely reminiscent of oatmeal and perfume. She narrows her eyes at Victoria before chuckling lightly. "You just can't seem to stay out of trouble, huh? You remind me of myself when I was your age... Anyway, go right in. They're waiting for you." Victoria offers a polite smile as she walks around and past the desk toward the looming door of the Dean. They? Who's they? She knocks lightly on the door, waiting for the familiar voice of Dean Pierce. "Come in." Victoria opens the door with a gentle push.
Her gaze falls upon Professor Black sitting in a large leather chair across from the Dean. She drops into the chair beside him, subtly scooting it away from his presence as she lets out an involuntary groan. "Is there an issue, Ms. Greene?" She looks up to Dean Pierce across the wooden desk that sits between them. "An issue?" She finds her gaze involuntarily trailing over to Professor Black before she redirects her focus back to Dean Pierce. "No, of course not... However, if I may ask, why am I - are we - here?"
"'Please come to my office at your earliest convenience (that means now). Your friendly neighborhood Dean'... Looks like I gotta split." She groans, flashing the message to the surrounding group of friends. "Yikes! Again, Vee?" Victoria's friend Allison raises an eyebrow at her. Victoria turns on her heels and starts heading toward the Dean's office, talking over her shoulder. "Again. And, I told you not to call me that and who actually says yikes?" Allison sticks her tongue out at Victoria and Victoria laughs.
Victoria’s First Day
“Where’s the fucking auditorium?” Victoria mumbles under her breath as she races down the halls of Whitehill Academy. Of course, her first class had to be in a place she had never been to before. She didn’t get to visit the campus often because of the distance between it and her hometown and now that seemed to be punishing her. If it was any of class she would stop and ask for directions, but – as fate would have it – it had to be Professor Black’s class. He had a reputation of being the meanest, strictest professor in the school, if not the entire country. But, he had his strong points… Or so they said.
Victoria enters the main office of Whitehill Academy and walks up to the desk of the secretary. She was an older woman with streaks of gray in her black hair which was always pulled back into a ponytail. She also had a strange scent about her that no one could quite put their finger on, although it was vaguely reminiscent of oatmeal and perfume. She narrows her eyes at Victoria before chuckling lightly. "You just can't seem to stay out of trouble, huh? You remind me of myself when I was your age... Anyway, go right in. They're waiting for you." Victoria offers a polite smile as she walks around and past the desk toward the looming door of the Dean. They? Who's they? She knocks lightly on the door, waiting for the familiar voice of Dean Pierce. "Come in." Victoria opens the door with a gentle push.
Her gaze falls upon Professor Black sitting in a large leather chair across from the Dean. She drops into the chair beside him, subtly scooting it away from his presence as she lets out an involuntary groan. "Is there an issue, Ms. Greene?" She looks up to Dean Pierce across the wooden desk that sits between them. "An issue?" She finds her gaze involuntarily trailing over to Professor Black before she redirects her focus back to Dean Pierce. "No, of course not... However, if I may ask, why am I - are we - here?"
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