Nurse? Lady Violetta was going to make the nurse sit through orientation? Ezio could understand making the teachers go through orientation, but the nurse? He imagined that things would be governed very tightly around here, and because of this there would barely be any need for a nurse. Why would the nurse need a lecture, when the most that the nurse would be doing is handing out band aids?<br/><br/>The average person could see why a lecture would have been important, even for someone who would be 'barely' needed. Having staff all on the same page was a huge part of having structure, which was mostly a foreign concept to the arrogant teacher. His philosophy was to just do what you want, and if he was to adjust to the accepted social standard around here he had a lot of growing to do. Working here at the academy was a much of an exercise in socialization for him as it was for any student.<br/><br/>He huffed, but otherwise kept quiet as the Headmistress clearly laid out the rules. His eyebrows rose over the frame of his glasses in amusement when he heard the phrase "role models". Surely, this woman was not serious. He stayed silent still, taking in what Lady Violetta had to say. This academy had a chokehold on everything from areas to smoke to where to carry soda pop. Again, going back to his lack of understanding structure, this place just sounded like a boot camp to him. Ironically, that was exactly what he needed, he just didn't know it yet.<br/><br/>Ezio simply stared at the headmistress when she finished, running his slender fingers up and down the glass of still untouched hangover reliever. With a devilish smirk, he did ask a question : "Here's a question for you, where am I going to go when I get the boot?" After hearing the rules, he had already decided that he most likely was not going to last here. He chuckled at his own cleverness, and finally got around to acknowledging what was said in the proper manner. "But no seriously, no questions from me. I've got it."<br/><br/>After sniffing the glass of whatever it was that Lady Violetta had mixed, he drank it straight down. His head throbbed again as he gagged on the taste. It burned his throat going down. "This burns more the cheap booze!" He coughed as he spoke, and his handsome face contorted into something strange in reaction to the burning and acidic taste. The glass made a hard 'clink' as it was brought down on the table again and the teacher tried to compose himself.