[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/DGfBuOtm.jpg[/img][h2][color=orange]Hildr Reinhardt[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

[color=gold]"Dana, do I need to remind you of the severity with which I could punish you for that stunt?"[/color] Rufie remarked suddenly, drawn from her silent fermentation of anger with the passage of time sapping her vigor one iota at a time, till she could muster the wherewithal to face the smirking blonde beside her without first attempting to unhinge her jaw and snap it around Dana's neck. [color=gold]"Anyone else and I'd have them scrubbing the wash spaces with a toothbrush for the entire first semester, but I suppose you'd take some pleasure from that. Somehow...."[/color]

Eyes flickering to the dangling deviant lounging on Dana's back, a shadow of smirk brought levity to her countenance at long last. [color=gold]"But such punishment would keep you two apart, so instead I'll be making some adjustments to your living quarters. It's only fair after you went about raiding my own. I'm certain you won't mind having to share a single's mattress with our good, good friend Blake."[/color]

Pleased with herself at having given Blake a creative outlet and Dana more then she'd like to handle, Rufie disposition brightened to an almost glowing degree of bliss and feet carrying them off to the delights of delicacies only such a refined institution could consider a worthy meal for fledgling minds and bodies, she lead them to a meal already in progress. 

Elsewhere, outside the wandering eyes of merrily mingling students, the faculty were hard at work addressing the ceaseless landslide of scholastic minutia destined to accumulate ever higher with the coming days with the gusto of drunkards approaching a tightrope. That was to say, Boss being the preeminent exemption to this statement, and seated along the desk across from her with a pile of notes, forms, and mass bundles of scribbling a lawyer's baleful curse upon the world of man, was Hildr perched as though ready to throw the lot of it through a window.

[color=orange]"This job is too romanticized."[/color] She opined with a weary exhale and slash of her quill, a paper shuffled in the same manner which with Boss could have moved two. [color=orange]"You come here looking to shape minds and guide all these young ladies into the world at large, only to get buried in paperwork before we even start grading their homework. Maybe I should have gone for a smaller, regional school so I don't have to deal with the nightmare of foreign embassies inquiring about the safety of every foreign national. Gah!"[/color]

Her head met the blessedly cool wood of the desk with a largely ignored fan fare, most too engrossed in their own imminent suffering to be concerned for theatrics.