<br/><div class="floatright">(http://media.new.mensxp.com/media/photogallery/2014/May/nataliavodianova13_1401450978.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Persephone Fowl<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Counselor<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Exhausted/Zero Patience.<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>Fall Term/ 1 pm<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Rabbit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lawn area<br/><strong>Other:</strong>Is known by most of the students as they have been sent to her for orientation therapy. No one knows of her relationship with The Rabbit. Also has a thick Irish accent, hover over phrases/words if unsure what she is saying.<br/><hr/><br/>While Seph had hoped to whisk Rabbit away without incident, apparently his current company had other plans. Sigh. She had zero patience today, and the girl's contempt was practically beating against her back as they stood there. When she snapped at her, Seph turned and raked a glance over her, taking her in as a whole. The firm set of her jaw, her squinting glare of her eyes, her tense posture. If this girl could, she'd probably be breathing smoke out of her nose like a bull right now. She listened to what she had to say, allowed her to say her piece, and then turned her back to Helios, staring down at the girl and returning as much contempt as she was receiving.<br/><br/><strong>"Aye. Th' predictable lashin' out av a young lass with a deep-seeded inferiority complex. As if yer very showy an' boisterous appearance dunnae already scream <em>low self-esteem</em> an' <em>cry fer attention</em>, th' very tangible aggressive an' bull-like attitude towards a superior-- an' aye, Oi am superior as Oi'm staff at this school, not <em>jist</em> because Oi 'ave more class than a Lydia-Deets wannabe-- suggests a narcissistic, edgin' on borderline personality disorder."</strong>Though the words were far from friendly, Seph's face remained calm and neutral. Disinterested, even.<strong>"If Oi were ye, Oi would think b'fore speakin', miss.  As an employ av this University, t'would be an egregious misstep fer ye ta meddle in official matters. Matters such as wot me an' this lad are currently spaekin' on. Gran'?"</strong><br/><br/>She didn't turn away, yet, though. Instead, she held her gaze on the girl, canting her head slightly to the left in waiting. To the students of Jamison, she might just be some blond, skinny, maybe even hot, school counselor with her soft cardigans, skirts, sensible heels, and librarian-like glasses. It was the very image she purposefully projected to the population as a whole: Timid, weak, unassuming. Just a woman helping the kids. If anyone knew what she had done, who she really was, the people she had once called family, she wouldn't be able to get away with the things she had currently in the works. After all... who would hire the ex-girlfriend of a renowned member of the Irish Republican Army? The things she'd done, the people she'd hurt-- her abusive ex included... that is the type of ticking time bomb most people would try to keep out of their businesses.<br/><br/>And here was this little girl trying to buck up to her like a deranged peacock-- though sadly not as colorful. She was on the defensive. Seph wasn't stupid after all. She'd read some files of some of the more volatile students. Had to, if she was going to council them. In fact, it would probably be so much more beneficial if the girl did hit her. Just another mark on her file, and she was 18.... the start of a criminal record? Seph was weighing the options on whether to show this girl that she wasn't just some fragile barbie doll or to just take whatever she threw at her and let the girl reap the repercussions. Choices... choices... choices.<br/><br/><br/><br/>