Sarah was moping, and not for the first time either. She just didn't see anything wrong with a little recognition.<br/><br/>Sir Nesmond, in his regular cat form opened one eye, rolled onto his back and pawed at the back of her long hair. "You're doing it again." He stated as he tried to envision the hair was a ball of yarn. Sarah looked at him confused. "Doing what?" she asked in a manner that said she wasn't all there at the moment as well as emanating sadness.<br/><br/>"You just thought out loud about getting as you called it, 'a little recognition'. and from what I saw, that was a fight for dominance." Sir Nesmond said, shifting to his Cheetah form. As an afterthought he added, "Not that animals don't have the instinct to follow the alpha, but you, dear Sarah, are far from an animal. Eyes aside, of course."<br/><br/>The cheetah began pacing the floor. "In all honesty though you are getting recognition." he saw her eyes perk up at that. "Negative recognition. people don't like a dominating person... well maybe some do in bed, but that's beside the point." Sir Nesmond stopped pacing and looked directly at Sarah. "You don't make friends by-"<br/><br/>a message ball zoomed into the room, and Sarah opened it immediately, paying no mind to whatever her companion had been about to say.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Your presence is required immediately in the Headmistress's office. There are no exceptions, and anyone that does not appear in the next ten minutes will be given to the Cattery Keepers for the next week to clean the Battle Cats' stalls. This will run alongside your lessons and other duties.<br/><br/>Sincerely, Headmistress Ray.</span></span><br/><br/>Needless to say, Sarah being the upstanding and proper waited-on-hand-and-foot girl that she was... well quite frankly, she flipped out.<br/><br/>She bolted down the hall with Sir Nesmond on her tail mumbling "There isn't a snowball's chance in the deepest bowls of a Cerberus I'm going to clean those wretched stalls."<br/><br/>She arrived at the Headmistress' Office with three minutes to spare, noticing she wasn't the only one there. "Well at least we aren't all in trouble. It would be awkward to be called out as a group if that were the case." she said simply.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</span><br/><br/>Francis was reading a book as usual while his cat Lizbeth was looking over his shoulder at the text. she wasn't really into reading, but she wanted Francis to be safe and happy, so she feigned interest. When Lizbeth noticed a message ball float into the room, she whispered into Francis' ear. He nodded and opened the message, reading it's contents.<br/><br/>"Looks like Miss Ray needs us in her office. I really hope Wattson didn't cause this. I don't want to apologize to another group of girls..."<br/><br/>Lizbeth snickered despite herself. "Relax! you'd think that you would be used to that by now." Francis frowned as they made their way to the office. "It doesn't make it any easier to do it 3 times a week."<br/><br/>He made it to Miss Ray's office and asked those that were there what was probably on all their minds. "Why do you think she wants to see us?"