The first day. It was on the very first day that Astrid found herself revealed and walked proudly toward the green near the auditorium.  His hand in her hair whether she cooperated for now or fought him. It was not her choice no matter how she whined. How hard she tried to gain some lost ground and control.<br/><br/>GoodFellow kept his expression subdued as he walked her beside him but inside he was dancing a jig and giving himself high fives. It paid off. They passed several small groups of students in uniforms. Pairs and three as they were permitted. To make it more delicious all greeted with a ritual good morning, Sir which Astrid could not help but hear.<br/><br/>More importantly she could see other student's reaction to her. The sideways glance that said so much. Acknowledging her regale carriage with only a hint of embarrassment along the line of her lips.  Of course they found something else to look at as they moved along toward the Auditorium but in that moment Astrid had made quite an impression.<br/><br/>GoodFellow had to admit, even the first day of the first school year Astrid was in the right place.  She was all the raw material a slave needed to become that much desired and sought after submissive. A beautiful girl to be sure but it was what she had inside her that shown so true in the light fog and wisps of chilled air.<br/><br/>He was pleased to show her off as he moved them both toward teachers gathered outside the auditorium.  His eyes searched the group for the person who would attend to her so that he could move quickly inside to the glass house.<br/><br/>(Transition Post - see Charlotte's Ordeal)