Darlene
Light filtered in through the dull gray blinds, to a distinctly welfare-ish office. The desk in the middle of the room was standardized, the same adjustable model everyone else had. There was a bulletin board with a few personal items on one wall, and a few personal effects on the desk as well, but most of them looked like they could've been bought at IKEA. They were, along with the boring oak-brown desk, the blue-accent doorframe and the lonely fake plant in the corner, the only traces of color to be found in the room at all.

The atmosphere was, perhaps, more reminiscent of a case handler's office at the job center than it was of a teacher's workstation - but a teacher's it was. On a sign outside, emblazoned with the trademark Newton's Cradle blue and accompanying logo, was written "TEACHER: GRAHAM CANTOR".

Mr. Cantor wasn't quite in yet - he was rushing down the hall, having just finished teaching his last class of the day. He always scheduled things optimistically - including the meeting, apparently. That left one girl alone, sitting in an office, waiting for the person it actually belonged to.
Adrienne
Humming and tapping her feet to some action anime's song, Veronica awaited eagerly for said teacher. Being new to this place, it actually took her quite a bit of time before she managed to find her way here. Though now she's been in here for quite a bit, her patience trickling its way into buckling, she started to think she might she arrived in here a tad too early.

Being a kid her age, not having much to do and such is, well, very boring and such. It doesn't really help that there's pretty much nothing to note about the room to pass the time thinking about, well, except for that very *Lack* Of things to note. "I guess... Figures, teachers maybe don't have time for much", she mumbled to herself. With that, her wait continues.
Darlene
The young teacher, Mr. Cantor, scrambles into the office and sits down. His hair is a little bit messy, but that's to be expected considering the hurry he seems to be in. He huffs and puffs from exhaustion. "Sorry," He huffs, "I'm late. I had to finish the last class." He rummages nervously through his bag. "Tina, Tin*E*, Ulrich, Veronica, Vernon- Veronica! There it is."

He pulls up a binder with very few pages in it. It says "Veronica" On it in big, bold marker. He opens it up - and it contains her schedule, front and center, along with some other papers. After riffling through it, he finally finds her file.

"So, this is your... Introductory meeting." He clears his throat. "We're supposed to talk about how to get you started on practicing your abilities, keep you comfortable, all that stuff."

"Before we start, is there anything you want to talk about?"
Adrienne
"Ah, erm, nothing much, really", Veronica replied to the seemingly rather tired and rushed teacher. "I just wanted to ask about my powers and such, since, well... Everything about this power happened way too quick and very recently, so... Yeah, I wanted to learn how to start practicing, yeah..."

It really hasn't been that long of a while since Veronica's abilities made itself apparent to her, since it's as if it really just truly awakened with her... Incident. So far, she's been only playing with a few balls of rock she fashioned into balls with her power, but nothing much else, since it was said to not just use said abilities out in the open. A part of it too, is of course, her being excited about having a power in a more superhero/anime character way of being, well... Excited about it.
Darlene
"Ah, right. Your powers." Mr. Cantor flips through the pages again, finally landing on her Veronica's Paranormal Report. *TERRAMANCY,* It says, in big bold lettering. He reads it out loud, first muttering, then loudly repeating himself - "TERRAMANCY! Well - " He laughs - "I can see how you might have trouble figuring out how to practice with that down in the basement."

He thinks for a moment. "You can use the courtyard outside, if you're careful about it. If I remember right, the rule for that is... Between 7 PM and 7 AM. Yeah, at night, basically. Hope you're a night owl! Or an early bird." He chuckles to himself. "Maybe you'll get the earthworm."

"You can also get a bag of soil down in the basement if you need that." He clears his throat and flips through the pages again, idly thinking to himself what else he needs to cover. "Oh, right, your schedule. Is there anything we need to put on there? Take off? Classes you want to attend, that stuff?"
Adrienne
"Hmm, hmm...", Veronica mutters as she nods along to the teacher's explanation. "At night... Okay, thank you Sir!", she replied towards having her query answered. A part of her wondered about even being allowed to do her stuff outside, but well, the night rule just makes that A-OK then, or so she thought to herself. "Oh, ah... Where do we ask about for the soil?", she asked again.

Turning the conversation to her schedule, frankly... She doesn't know what to do with them, especially classes. She came from a regular 'ol school for her age which just has what they need to attend to in front of them, so having to pick and choose for herself was a tad bit hard to tackle for her. Thinking about how she should go about it, she ponders hard for a second before speaking.

"Erm... Is there, like... An art class?", she blurted out that very first thing she thought of. She was interested in arts and such, but didn't really get much time to jump into it with her background. "I, erm... I dunno about how to go about schedules and stuff, so erm..."

"*Can I take off Maths classes and stuff?*", she muttered noticeably.
Darlene
"Oh, the soil, you can ask me. Or Karlsson, she'll definitely have some. Just don't ask Rask, he'll skin you." Mr. Cantor laughs. The skinning part definitely wasn't meant to be taken entirely seriously. "Oh, those are other teachers here. Karlsson is your English teacher, Rask is your science teacher."

Mr. Cantor scans Veronica's schedule, then scans the larger schedule. "Yep, there's an art class. You can swap it out for... Math, huh? Yeah, I didn't like that much either, back when I was in school. Doesn't help when *Rask* Is teaching. You gotta admit he knows his stuff, but..." Mr. Cantor playfully feigns a shudder. "Karlsson is your art teacher too. If you haven't seen her, brown-gray hair, ponytail, about yea high? Gooootcha." 

Mr. Cantor refrains from finger guns. But it's obvious he wants to.

"No, you can't take all the math classes off. The government wants you completing your education. We can adjust how much you have, though. Like now, where I put the art class on instead. It's Thursdays at 10. Was there anything else?"
Adrienne
"Ah... Huh...", Veronica uttered out. She really didn't quite expect a very *Very* Friendly and casual way of just... Doing stuff. The room screamed very on-the-point and most likely super serious, but Sir Cantor is very much the opposite of that. Especially with the rather obvious... Pointing out of Sir Rask, which... She couldn't really help but laugh as Sir Cantor went on about *Him*.

A look of "Figures" Appeared of her face with the last bit about her maths classes. Of course you can't take off all math classes, you dum-dum, she thought to herself.

"Ah, n-nothing, that's it, yeah... Thank you again, Sir!" Veronica answered meekly, though she lit up with the last bit. She really didn't expect Sir Cantor to be like, well... This, and it's like she just found a favourite teacher and such.
Darlene
"Alright!" Mr. Cantor closes the binder. "That should be it for the day. See you later, alligator!" He still - just barely - restrains his urge to shoot Veronica finger guns. On her way out the door, though, he stops her: "Hey - you can call me Graham, by the by."