Lorna explored the school with her eyes. They had been told to get their things to their dorms, but she'd already had that done the week before school started. Well, mostly done. In her arms was a box of things she wouldn't trust anyone with, her most sacred and special items.
After struggling with the door to the school, she stumbled inside. Really, for all intents and purposes, she could have been considered an average human. But there was more to her than that. Lorna supposed that was true for anyone, really.
She passed by a girl leaning up against the wall, but it was the cat that drew her attention and made her jump. Losing all sense of coordination, she stumbled and fell. Her box was upended and her things were scattered across the floor - old maps and dusty books and film reels. She squawked and scrambled to pick them back up again.
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Rosalia rearranged her classroom for what seemed like the hundredth time. She couldn't help it. After all, it was her first job as a teacher - her first time working as something she wanted to be - and there was every chance she could get it wrong.
Finally satisfied with the state of the room, she moved on to introductions. Should she be strict off the bat, or should she try and be more lenient? She knew the latter option would probably kill her, but she didn't want her students to hate her either. Deciding to wing it, she took a red marker and wrote 'Miss Carminio' neatly on the board.
With that done, Rosalia let out a deep breath. "I really need a breather," she muttered. The stress of her first serious job was really getting to her. She supposed a power walk around the school wouldn't hurt, and she could at least get to know the layout better.
And so, the teacher slid out of the classroom and started off down the hall.