"Repulsive."
"Just look at the vice-director, why is he staring so intently."
"The smile, look at it, just look at it, I can't imagine anything worse…"
He waved threateningly – an arm-slicing motion, "-my apologies, ladies, is there some way I might help?"
"N-no sir," they bowed timidly, '-he heard you,' they scurried, exchanging whispers and giggles.
'It would seem I think highly of my looks,' the look returned at Igna and the assistants, '-I won't accept defeat, not so easily. Believe me, director, if it comes down to choice, I will further my agenda, trust in this,' he held against the window with a clenched fist, '-I won't lose, I won't.'
"Professor Skeptor."
"If it's not Emmie, how are you these days?"
"You know, it's the same," small talk, how was the day, the night, discussion about the school and their students – passive-aggressive comments on the weaker students; most often being the students, the lower-born.
