Grace<br/><br/>The princess knew better than to correct the second in command of the school, quietly biting her tongue.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered"><i>Remember your diplomacy lessons, Grace.</i></span>She had to remind herself as she had just mentioned she fell out of the tree this very morning. Before classes even began. She also didn't know that the groundskeeper who had caught her falling, embellished the story a bit, saying branchES, when it was only one, along with twigs and leaves that were ready to fall anyway. He had been a page once and was spurned by a tomboyish princess not unlike Grace, so had it out for all royalty... Especially of the strong female persuasion. The other embellishment was It hadn't been a bush... Well, it had, sort of. It was the low lying, ivy like lavender that had been thickened (almost like thick hair... So bushy would be a good description) she had fallen into. Instead of correcting the Headmistress, she just took her lumps. She hoped Cavin wasn't going to be her supervisor, Saturday morning.<br/><br/>As she heard the new girl needed a tour, she volunteered, before it was given her anyway. The first stop would be meeting Martin Avery... Mr. Avery to the princess even though her family knew him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"She must be busy today, well, busier than normal else she'd have done this herself. We'll take a quick trip upstairs first so you can either meet or re-meet the Headmaster."</span>She explained cordially, pushing the button as she noticed a red faced, fuming Kelly Davenport make her way to the Headmistress' office. Grace was just happy she knew the routine for the new students, so her chivalrous act, was no act. It was real.<br/><br/>Kelly<br/><br/>Kelly almost sounded like a cop, the way she banged on the door to the Headmistress office. A moment later she was in and ranting about what the flirty girl she gave the bums' rush to had been doing before... And for how long.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"If I'm in here for my temper, Tiffany should be called in for her 'customer is always right, even when dead wrong' stance which is just as strong! She's letting herself get walked all over!"</span><br/><br/>Sabrina<br/><br/>Sabrina sighed, getting up and grabbed Salem by his furry nape.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:slategrey">"Hey!"</span>The cat balked.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:cornsilk">"Don't hey me, furball! I TOLD you not to bother her! Serves you right!"</span>Sabrina scolded the white faced black cat before putting him on her right shoulder, his normal perch on her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:cornsilk">"Sorry, Morgan. I heard your question. I would, even though my magic sort of fouls up sometimes, but fluffbrain here wants a witch that knows what she's doing."</span>She gave another glare at Salem.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:slategrey">"It's not MY fault your human half interferes with your spellcasting!"</span>Salem grunted with a tail swish and eye roll.<br/><br/>With a soft look, back to Morgan.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:cornsilk">"Maybe he should just pay better attention in the club, instead of chasing Luna's mouse, and aggravating Gem's dog, amirite?"</span><br/><br/>Actually, Sabrina needed to as well, instead of chasing after her uncle. After all, he was turned into a cat because of his personality. It was part of the hex on him. And she needed to be reminded of that.<br/><br/>Tiffany<br/><br/>Tiffany shook her head at Elisia.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Just because I don't think I'm one of those knights, doesn't mean I don't believe in the old legend. And there couldn't be a more right time for these knights to start showing up."</span>She looked around before leaning in to her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Think about it. One of the legends is he'll return in his own family line. The Princess Pendragon is here. Who's to say she ISN'T Arthur? I mean she's the epitome of chivalry. Logic says any time now."</span><br/><br/>She made her way over to Morgan and Sabrina.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"You two don't need to leave just yet. Only the counter is closed. Either of you wouldn't know someone looking for part time, would you? I don't mind opening, but I need people I can depend on... Well, Mr. Martin can, too, for Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays when I have to close shop for my morning classes? Right now, no one that's off those days wants to commit... Or has poor customer relations."</span>She looked at both Morgan and Sabrina expectantly.<br/><br/>Sabrina shook her head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:cornsilk">"Sorry. I'd volunteer, but I'm in school the days and times you need."</span>She looked at Morgan, also, now. Everyone that frequented the coffee cafe knew it was supposed to be open six am til two pm every day. Mondays, Thursdays and the weekends, when Tiffany was there all day, was the only time it was. When Tiffany had classes, it was closed from 7:45 until 10:30, when Tiffany was back and opened it back up for the rest of the day.