[B]Jeanne d'Luc[/B] - Theories

When the earliest rays of the sun came through the windows of her classroom, Jeanne arrived at work. With a fountain pen held concisely betwixt her fingertips, she perused the lesson plans she had written through a set of half-moon spectacles. In blissful silence she took some cliffnotes, indicated places where she believed the necessary techniques needed to be stressed.

Being the newest teacher of the academy meant only one thing: she had to prove herself, and quickly at that. 

A dip of the pen brought too hastily to paper would leave a small trail of stray onyx droplets that caused a corner of her rosy lips to crease in distaste, but there was little that could be done about the measure. Mumbling from the hallways arrived at long last; a dull, monotone roar of hundreds of mixed voices, which indicated the student body had begun to arrive. 

She must make haste.

It was necessary to patrol the hallways on the first day. A commendable teacher is a vigilant one after all, as Jax had always told her. For certainly most students came with good intention to learn; but others, like she so many years ago, still had some behaviors and tendencies that needed to be adjusted. For even the ugliest seed could blossom into a rose, given the time and oppprtunity. 

With the scratching of the pen across the paper in finality, the book was clasped shut, and the buckle to maintain such tightly drawn. 

Smoothly as a still pond, the chair slid out from behind her desk, and the pronounced click of her plated soles alerted those nearby of her cadence. It was to both warn and intimidate, but as she opened the door, she was not met with fear, but with awe. For she finally stepped into the true sunlight, a brilliant radiance was cast over her hair as the blonde locks seemed practically alight. Bronze eyes which burned with conviction studied the faces of students to be, and then without another word she made her way down the hallway amid countless whispers. 

Neatly, her hands folded just over the small of her back, and the incessant click of her walk warned lagging students to move out of her way. Like Moses to the sea, she divided them, moving casually along her way unimpeded by their social hour. 

Whispers followed, and little more. Ruminations on whether or not she was a student or faculty due to her youthful appearance, but all ceased as she entered the proving grounds, and stood near the other faculty quietly. Dividing herself away from the students, yet feeling so out of place amongst her peers, she waited with due trepidation for the trials to begin. 

It left her wondering, which students would show potential with Light? A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a serene expression as how she recalled her own entry examination. She could only hope to fill Jax's shoes in a way that he would approve as he did then.