Elise sighed as she looked over the memo on night before school session began. Over the years, every once in a while, the Academy pulled in a non-traditional student. Any more she felt like, perhaps, it was a test to the students. Some sort of data gathering action that appeared at the cost of the fluidity of the function of the school and of the non-traditional student's safety. Poor saps thought they were there to get a fancy education.  She wasn't so sure about this year, though. Previous years the dynamic of the class meant that the trial was passed with relative ease. This year there was a different attitude in the school. There was even a fledgling or two around campus!<br/><br/>Just as she put the memo away, she felt a presence in the room. Without looking up she smiled. "Hello Professor. To what do I owe this visit?" She allowed a hint of a purr to enter her voice and after speaking she glanced coyly over at the shadow in the left corner of her room. It solidified and out stepped her mentor and sponsor, as well as one of the founders of the school named Remmus.<br/><br/>"I'm visiting so that you can throw your tantrum now instead of in front of the class. I take it you have seen the memo?" Elise nodded slowly, knowing there was more to this. "You will need to eat something this evening. Tomorrow, when the new student comes, you will be his guide and student greeter."<br/><br/>Elise frowned, but knew better than to complain. She owed too much to this man to tell him no on things that simply bothered her. As much as she wanted to protest, and as much as she knew he would forgive her it if she did, his tantrum comment held her in check. She had more pride than that.<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/>"Guide and greeter my big toe nail. Protector more like," she muttered as she woke that evening and dressed. "I'm there to make sure nothing eats him." One thing she could say about modern clothing, she enjoyed their tanktops. Dressed in an autumn coloration with a dark brown skirt, an orange tanktop, and her pale, dull gold hip wrap she felt powerful and prepared. She slipped on a pair of brown flats and grabbed her satchel before leaving her dorm room to being the day.<br/><br/>She made it to the English classroom before the new student, and wondered briefly if she should have tracked him down. But that would have been terribly awkward to explain away. When the human entered the room, she watched him. Mostly, though, she watched the rest of her classmates. She certainly hoped they read the memo and the rules or they were in for a shock.<br/><br/>As luck would have it the student sat in the back, diagonal to her own seat. She twisted in her chair to look at him. There was a moment that flashed through her mind that, perhaps, she had stared for too long and it was uncomfortable. She had difficulty remembering how human time functioned. "You must be the new kid I've heard was coming to the school. Welcome to Twist Peak Academy. The dean suggested that I show you around and go over the rules with you and make sure you can find your way without getting lost. I'm Elise Cairde." She offered a charming smile to him, but did not offer him her hand to shake.