<font color='#000000'>OOC Arg! I had a post - and the evil stupid idiot computer thing that should die deleted it! *twitches* Hope this is ok - if he shouldn't be transferring, I'll fix it. Just let me know. >.x IC Quarter: Tessera (Autumn) Day: 23 Year: 81377 (3) Coehly traipsed in, his curious gait more pronounced than usual as he hunched near the ground. Eyes glaring at the floor, he listended to his mocking subconcious with aggravation. 'Oh, sure, transfer schools. This one has more oppurtunities. Great idea, idiot.' He'd really rather be anywhere but here. Reflecting on his past schooling, Coehly conceded that it probably was better to be here. What he needed was a good alchemy teacher - his old school had been inclined to just stick him in chemistry and not deal with it. And the students, too. They were nice, but they didn't quite know how to deal with someone who'd rather stare at a wall than talk about some hot femme. Unhunching slightly, the 'dragon lifted his head a miniscule amount. Silently scolding himself 'This is silly.' Taking a deep breath and summoning way more nerve than this should have taken, he spoke. "Er... 'ello?"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Coehly had the distinct honor, like many other unfortuante students, of first meeting that "hot femme" right then and there, in the form of a teacher with an ego problem - and a drug problem, to boot. She had just finished a health class - a rather unsuccessful health class, at that, and was returning in a mildly frustrated daze to her office, located conveniently on the opposite side of the giant underground structure from her classroom. She took the long walk often, keeping to the dank access hallways used by the custodial staff, yet was not for the life of her able to find a way to avoid passing through the main hall. It was something she hated - it was always either being oggled by the filthy, rotten students of the football team, taunted by her fellow co-workers or scolded by the administrative staff for whatever it was she had done in the latest rumours circulating about her outlandish behaviour (not to say, of course, that these rumours were unsubstantiated.) So she moved to take her standard mad-dash across the entrance hall, when she noticed a rather confused looking 'dragon wandering about. Great, another one. She snorted. She hated new students - every one either grew to stalk her or hate her - more of the latter, of course. There was no intermediate. She couldn't quite comprehend why, though her attitude and general style could explain it all quite well, if she'd just take time to notice all the ways she brought such a thing upon herself. "Ya need something...?" she called out to the student, a rather sullen expression on her face, as if to say "the correct answer to this question is 'no'".</font>
<font color='#000000'>Recognizing that the femme didn't want him to need anything, and briskly withdrawing into himself, the pendragon shook his head mutely. "N-no. Â I'm here to register, but I can certainly wait." He assumed the last thing he wanted to do was make someone mad this early. Â Or at least make them more mad than they already were. Â 'Damn,' he thought, 'why couldn't it have been someone friendly who showed up?'</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart frowned faintly, her eyes flickering from the ceiling, to the floor, in mild irritation. A drip of cold rain was falling down on the already-soaked female from that overhead cover. Glancing at the door nearest to the leak, to make sure she knew where she was, the principal made sure to remember, and tell Twobit. As the custodian, that was his duty, after all. That didn't mean that the older pendragon wouldn't thank him, of course. She made a point of doing so every time, for she truly did appreciate his work. If she had had to handle all the leaks and clean the grounds as well as he did... it couldn't have happened. Not in a million years. In truth, he might be the main reason that Janardan had kept its reputation over the passing years. Otherwise, it might have crumbled in on itself from disrepair that others wouldn't have noticed. Flicking both of her tails, and idly shrugging a single shoulder, the Janardan principal headed back towards the Foyer. Her upright ear flicked back and forth, capturing the sounds about her. The steady buzz of conversation was always there, both mentally, and physically manifested. For a moment, her mind locked on that of a nearby teacher, who was grumbling about a problem. With a silent apology, she telepathically brushed against the surface of the male's irritation. A faint smile graced her muzzle, and she approached the disgruntled teacher. Reassuring him that she was getting him his supplies, and was sorry for the delay, the Principal continued on, with the satisfied mind of the teacher following her even after she left his general vicinity. A distinct, coldly angry frown graced her features as she caught the beginning of the pair's conversation. <font color=#330000>"Kumet... I should have guessed."</font> She murmered to herself, shaking her head in regret. It was often the problem of that specific female, working with new students. With a plastered smile, she walked over to the new student and the uncourteous teacher. Curling both of her tails in distaste, and glaring firmly at Kumet, she turned her head back towards the niotie, with a warmer smile then the one that had fakely crossed her lips, before. <font color=#330000>"Hello there, youngster. Don't let Kumet intimidate you, now is a perfect time. I'm Hart Demori, Principal of Janardan, and, if you'll move into the Main Office, I'll be happy to assist with your registration."</font> She said with a welcoming nod. With a disappointed glance back at the health teacher, she led the way to the proper Office. </font>
