[@Ryonara] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4159674]This is what Teàr looks like if you don't know where her character sheet is.[/url]

[b]Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor"[/b]

The sun's brilliant light shines down upon Beacon's campus, the beautiful radiance a blessing from Hyperion himself. Or to put it in a way that doesn't try so bloody hard to shove poetic stuff everywhere, the weather's pretty nice and warm today. That's why so many of the students are choosing to hang around with their folks rather than stay inside, even if there's nothing really anything shiny and what-not for them to have fun at. I guess there's that obstacle course and race thing where the brats can humiliate each other in front of their ma's and da's to show off how wizard they could be, but I don't think that's super popular. A lot more of them are just doing their own wee little thing rather than sticking to what the faculty wants them to do.

Jammy buggers. Curse their freedom to relax! I don't even get that privilege. That's why I'm here on campus today instead of taking advantage of what sounds like a holiday and staying in my apartment. Not because I want to laze around and hit up the telly or anything. It would've just saved me more time to correct the brats' badly-written essays so I can hand them back tomorrow. Yeah, that's it. Except I had to turn up today, help the other teachers set up this day of fun and celebration for the students and their families. All of the logistical work that was needed to organise the whole thing, and we don't really get even a word of thanks.

Heh, I'm not going to be an Eeyore about assisting with Family Day. As the counselor, my job's supposed to be about helping all these students stay mentally healthy; stay happy in a career path that honestly doesn't give many opportunities for joy. Having the chance to chum with their parents might be considered by some to just be a way of ignoring the awful truth, but it's good for them. You don't want your C-list meatshields to be emotionally compromised in the heat of battle, right?

That logic's honestly an excuse.

It's easier to say that I want to "help them". That's what my contract stipulates.

A bit of a hypocritical thing for me to do when I ramble on about superficiality all the time, but sometimes, a façade might be kinder than the genuine thing.

Doesn't take long for me to run into one of those brats that I'm supposed to help though. It really wasn't that hard to notice, not when she was dressed like a luchador lass. It's a real ourie aesthetic, geez. I'm surprised you could even walk around in that thing with so little shame. People'll judge you for that thing, I guess like I am right now, and if you're not a lucky enough bugger, that image gets stuck with you for the rest of your life.

They're superficial like that.

Still, she looks like she needs somebody to talk to. Brats shouldn't be trying to hide around a corner on Family Day.

"[color=d8bfd8]Are you okay?[/color]" I ask, walking up to her. A teacher has to look out for these kids.