Aron lead the young miss along the hallway, past numerous occupied and many empty rooms. He spent unwarranted breath on cultural facts about the schools recent student history, but she received it with an air of timid and well mannered respect.

He pushed open a large door that lead from the rather lavishly sculpted hallways into a Very spacious Lobby. Plants were established in all suitable locations, and banners hung from what would be called, "wasted space". The room had a theme of red and yellow, but the dark, rich decorative blues of ornaments and the green plants simply made the room appear dark even with regard for the large windows which made up the better part of the exterior wall, {bellow and above the second story balcony}.

[color=f7941d]"If you may~"[/color] Aron requested, dipping his head without averting his eyes. He followed her into the room. What awkward first introductory steps that had to be made were gone and done with. He held himself with over confidence and proudly stalked up beside her (it would be crushing for his over-confident ego for her to turn on him before he got beside her to relaxed into an appropriate composure.).

He waited for her to respond. The Offices were not far away once one were to step outside into the incredible, and professionally cultivated Garden of a games Court. It was however connected to the main school yet - yet not so simply an explanation was accompanied with those various directions. 

Eyebrows lifted, he took in a full breath of her cheeks, and the contour of her face, while he thought to himself briefly: that his shirts were certainly clean - in all their layers-, his odder was un-concerning, his hair, must have been flawlessly windswept, rain washed and sun dried, and well ~ His eyes peered deep into her soul, precariously unfixed on her own mystical accent.