<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mOLRayy.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>An Unused Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, Sept. 11, 2017 - 10:00 AM (1000)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abigail Krueger | Medusa (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne deals with the nerves of meeting a new student at the school, and the fact that she's been asked to tutor her.<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne let out a breath to try and calm herself, as she walked into the classroom. It was one of the spare classrooms, not assigned to any specific professor, which mainly meant there was no office attached to it. There were no classes being help in it that morning, leaving it free for the task that the school staff had asked her to do for them. Academically, Rahne was a model student after all. She studied hard, she finished her assignments on time, and had top grades--especially when compared to perfectionists like Salem Summers or geniuses like David Alleyne. She had a reason to try and excel academically, though. Her adoptive mother, Moira MacTaggart, was one of the smartest women on the planet. Not pushing herself, and potentially disappointing the woman she owed everything to, was a thing Rahne simply couldn't do.<br/><br/>The redheaded young woman had another quality, though, that had made her a quick pick for being a tutor to a new student--she was nice. Too nice, some might say, and had the patience of a saint. She was also socially reserved, and a few believed that this little task for her could help her get out and meet and open up to more people than the two girls she shared a dorm room with.<br/><br/>It was a hope, anyway.<br/><br/>But Rahne was well aware of her social limitations. Almost running late because she couldn't settle on what to wear, she was relieved to see she was the first one in the room. What she had settled on was probably over-dressing for the occasion--a beautiful, simple dressthat left her arms bare, ending in a skirt that cut a good few inches above her knees. Classy and tasteful, without being immodest. The kind of dress one might expect the "hot" teacher in a school to wear. Not a lot of make-up was on a face that, truthfully, didn't need much--she was fine with a bit of eye liner and light mascara. Her hair was pulled back, bangs parted to one side of her face...She hadn't noticed the looks she had caught from some of the boys as she walked through the halls to the classroom, a messenger bag with a few books in it, and of course her Bible, and a few papers she would need. Her only accessory was a simple, silver cross she wore around her neck, the polish worn from constant handling of it.<br/><br/>Picking a spot to sit, facing the door, she pulled out a few books. All she had really been given was the name of the girl to expect--Abigail Kreuger. And that was it. Only told she needed some extra help catching up to other academically, Rahne really had no idea what to expect. There were nervous butterflies in her chest, at the prospect of being forced to meet someone new. Humming softly to herself as she waited, one of the books she pulled out was a large sketch pad, and a charcoal pencil, starting to draw and sketch as she waited.