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Juniper Halifax
 Jan 1, 08 - 7:38 PM |
Miss Ranfield
Juniper jawned. Why did classes have to start so early? Especially now that there were only so few. She and Harriet were making their way up the stairs from the kitchen to the library where Miss Ranfield was to give them their first literature class at Endeline Towers. They found the other pettes already seated in a corner of the immense library. For an improvised classroom it looked a great deal like a real classroom. Harriet and Juniper quickly took place at the desks all the way in the back. Mengxia-chei who sat in the front turned around and waved at them. The twins sat at the other desks in the back and Diana and Beatrice all the way in the front. All pupils suddenly stood up and Juniper saw Mistress Ranfield approach from the other side of the library. “Rayati class.” “Rayati Miss Ranfield.” The Quirinelle brunette Mistress looked at her class. She was dressed in a grey pencil skirt, a crisp white shirt and a light pink cardigan. She had her glasses dangling on a golden cord around her neck. Her slightly greying hair was tied back in a neat little bun. “Sit.” In one movement the girls sat down. “Welcome to your first literature class here at Endeline Towers. We find ourselves in a somewhat unusual situation. Instead of teaching the 5th form I will be teaching a group of girls of all ages. This presents us with the problem of what to teach. I cannot be expected to teach each one of you the appropriate curriculum. So I have decided to teach you all 5th form material since the 5th form will need to prepare for the 6th form entry exam which will take place at the end of this year. Besides, it would be absolutely terrible for the older students to have to go through all that horrid old material again, wouldn’t it Juniper?” Juniper immediately sat up straight and said: “Yes Miss.” As soon as she said it she cringed. She should have said ‘no’. A trap! The beast! “No, you wouldn’t like that Juniper. I remember you were not all that fond of my classes last year. I see you have found yourself a seat in the back of the class. I’d much rather have you a bit closer, dear. Do come and change places with Diana please.” Juniper rolled her eyes and Beatrice groaned. “Come come, I’ll not have any such behaviour in my class. Stop pouting and change places…now.” Diana quickly picked up her books and stood besides Juniper’s desk while the blonde crawled under it to pick up the stack of books she had accidentally dropped. All flustered and her hair all over the place as usual Juniper made her way to the front and dropped into the seat next to Beatrice. Diana sat down next to Harriet and gave the pretty Kadorian blonde a careful smile. “Well, now that we are all settled we can begin.” Miss Randfield walked around her desk and took place in her chair. She put on her glasses. “Take out your literary theory books and open them at page 10 please.” |
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Diana Parks
Jan 11th, 2008 - 4:27 PM |
Re: Miss Ranfield
As much as Diana tried to listen to Miss Ranfield's lecture, she found that it was nearly impossible. Not only were her legs still on fire from her long, uphill ride, but she was oddly distracted by Harriet's... well, Harriet's everything. The lovely blonde had a halo of escaped curls that glistened at the sides of her face and on her neck, which did not help Diana's concentration one bit. Feeling a bit unsettled, she tried to focus on the streak of grey in Miss Ranfield's sternly gathered hair, but she had the horrid feeling that there was another head of hair she would rather be watching with rapt concentration, instead. Honestly, she weakly reasoned with herself, since when have you ever paid attention to a blonde who isn't your mother? Blondes were such complicated creatures - dear, but very confusing. A giggly debate over three identical shades of pink lipstick could quickly turn into an earnest discussion about some wildly abstract thealogical matter in the blink of an eye, leaving most practical brunettes in the general vicinity hopelessly lost. There was something different about Harriet, though, who was currently sketching in the corner of her paper and absentmindedly biting her lower lip. Diana fretted a few minutes more, uncomfortable by the very proximity of the Kadorienne. Surely she was only tired from a lack of a decent nap and still vexed by having to sit on a recently pinched region. The gnawing in her poor stomach was not helping matters, either. She tentatively raised her hand, thinking a walk would clear her head. "Yes, Diana?" Miss Ranfield rapped out impatiently. "Please, Miss Ranfield, I am feeling light-headed. May I fetch a drink of water?" Miss Ranfield briefly studied the tall brunette. She did look rather peaky and just a bit untidy. "Yes, of course. Please take this attendance folder to the Headmistress' office on your way to the kitchens." "Yes, ma'am." Diana fetched the folder at the front of the room and tried not to look at Beatrice, who was frowning and mouthing, "Are you all right?" Diana scuttled out of the room, nearly letting the heavy door slam on the hem of her skirt. Really now, she thought to herself, no need to get stupid over a pretty head of hair attached to a pretty girl. There's Milchford to think of. Nevertheless, she remembered Harriet's delicate, confident hand carefully sketching the contours of a plush fish in the corner of her writing folder and wondered how high enrollments in the fine arts were at Milchford. |
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