<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Floweravi.jpg)</div><br/>Long brunette hair fell down her shoulders and back as Claudia Mallory leaned over the balcony, peering down curiously at both the new and old faces of Hawthorne Academy. She wore a long sleeve white blouse with a black sweater that had the emblem of the school in the corner. Unlike some of the females, her dress was tailored to fit her form, flowing down to her knees rather than stopping short mid-thigh. Claudia didn't believe in displaying herself in a way that could be viewed as unladylike during the day. In her hand were a ballpoint pen and an elegant yet small journal as she diligently took down notes on the individuals currently present. One might have thought she was taking notes for a newspaper article since she ran the school paper. No one knew that she also created a gossip site for the school. Broadcasting people's failures with a brutality that caused some people to withdraw from the school. It was a pleasurable job. Some of the words sprawled in neat, curvy handwriting were skinny, big nose, little breast, small ears, and too many freckles. She possesed photographic memory, a trait that allowed her to excel in classes, so in her mind each word contained a face from the crowd. A scowl came on her face as the exotic Warwick with his uncommonly long hair stepped to the front of the room to address the new students or rather potential prey.<br/><br/>He delivered the same bullshit speech from last year, and she couldn’t help but wondered if it bored him almost as much as it bored her. The only reason she was in attendance was due to her need to scout out potential treats for herself. Her face turned from his to look at the expressions on some of the females and even male students as they listened to that perfect English accent. There was no doubt in her mind that he made some panties wet along with a few cocks harden from its eloquent charm. Even she felt prey to it at times but it wasn't in a way that made her want to bend over for him, but rather make him crawl on his knees. There was nothing more satisfying than breaking a strong man. The only problem was not losing interest one they became perfectly trained or lost that spark in their eyes.<em>Easy bitches</em>, she thought as her finger rose to twirl idly in her hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Chanel looking like a wolf in the midst of sheep. A friendly smile came on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes. As she headed down the stairs for a closer look or rather inspection of the students, Claudia couldn’t help but smile upon hearing Warwick’s words. Son of the founder. It always amused her how he always ensured that everyone knew that his family started this prestigious school despite his supposed humble spirit.<br/><br/>As she neared the end of the stairwell, a well-placed mask covered her features, erasing the snake that was likely to snap if anyone pushed her buttons. No one caught her interest just yet as she weaved her way silently along the wall, writing notes every few seconds as her gaze lingered on  each face.