Monty perked up at his partners choice of elective, completely missing the other boys verbal blunder. So he liked cooking too? And he was good at it? Maybe he would like to meet Nancy, they could talk about cooking. Monty would have to introduce them to each other. This was great, they were gonna be great friends! He could feel his excitement for the year ahead growing. He could barely remember why he was so nervous about this in the first place, he doubted he would be stuck with anyone he hated anyway. And Regis seemed like a very nice boy, so there was nothing to worry about now.
His thoughts drifted back to Felicity, wondering how her meeting with her partner was going. The boy seemed a bit, well, shady, but Felicity seemed to like him. And he had been rather friendly towards them both. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. Abruptly he remembered the announcement about monster hunting and paused. While he himself and even Felicity would be fine in the class, he didn't know if that was the case for his partner. Although the other boy claimed to have some very handy skills, it was different running around and dealing with monsters, some of which would be hostile. That wouldn't be good for all of the students, although they couldn't much help it now that the class was mandatory. He chewed on his lower lip, eyebrows scrunching together in concern. He would have to ask and make sure his partner would be alright.
As Monty tuned back into the current situation he realized Regis was speaking. He shook himself and went back to listening, it was rude to ignore someone, his mother would be very disappointed if she ever found out he kept doing that. Which was very unlikely to be honest, he doubted she could read minds, but just the image of her face when she scolded him for being rude was enough to make him more alert. At Regis's mentioning of child protective services, Monty quickly threw his hands up in what he hoped was a placating act.
"Oh no! No no, I would never! I mean, unless they were like, actually being abusive or neglectful because that's illegal, but highly doubt that's it." Hopefully his partner was able to decode his babbling, he doubted he was making much sense. He took a calming breath and forced himself to slow down. "I was just curious, and a bit confused. My parents are home fairly often, so it was just a bit odd to hear that you were alone enough to teach yourself that kind of stuff."
He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward once again. Back at square one then. Carefully lifting his suitcase, he walked over to one of the beds and set it down. As he unlocked it and began carefully unpacking, he racked his mind for something to change the subject with. Eventually he remembered his earlier concerns regarding the electives, and turned to face his partner, slightly less stiff than he was a few moments ago. Mundane actions like unpacking helped calm his nerves a bit.
"Oh, by the way, will you be alright in monster hunting? I have some experience, not much, but I can help you if you need anything." He asked, still absently sorting items onto his bed. "Not that I think you do, but I heard the class is a bit tough, not to mention the teacher..."
The room remained a deathly silent, all eyes on Loyola and the offending girl. Then, quietly, he turned to one of the teachers present near the podium, a blocky man in his forties, beckoning him forwards.
"Please escort miss Vrodiskovich from the premises, and contact her father. The subject of her refund can be settled at a later date, but for this moment, this event is holding up the proceedings." he ordered, his voice quiet, yet icily cold. The teacher nodded swiftly, and in a fluid motion, pulled Franceska from the podium and bustled her out the door. Students moved aside and gave them a wide berth, the entire scene happening so quickly, there was hardly room for fuss.
As the doors closed behind the departing pair, Loyola turned to Jeanette and the other students looking stern and sympathetic.
"My apologies for the scene. On occasion, there are those who feel as though their status elevates them above others, and disregard the very nature of this academy and our focus on teamwork. Let this serve as a warning to the rest of you. Your background, breeding, or family wealth matters very little to us here at St. Fortuna's. Once you enter our hallowed halls, you are no longer the son of a shoemaker, or daughter of an aristocrat. You are a student of the academy, and you are here to learn and grow beyond your station, whatever it may be, towards a higher purpose. You will find that the faculty has little patience for those who brazenly disregard all that we stand for. In return for the ample opportunities provided here, we expect maturity, dignity, and exemplary conduct from all of you! You are no longer mere children today. Today, you take your first step into adulthood, and with the privileges of age come the responsibilities. If you find you cannot conduct yourself in a way that would make our academy proud, then this is not the place for you." he finished, before solely turning to the Druids behind him.
After a moment's hushed discussion, the headmaster turned back to the podium, making an adjustment to his list. He cleared his throat, before calling out the next name."Beatrice Quincy!"
As Beatrice watched in a mixture of shock and amusement at the situation in front of her, the only thought running through her mind was 'Oh crap'.
At first it had been just the average noble with a superiority complex, but it was quickly moving into insanity. Speaking in such a way to Loyola, the head of the school and one of the most well liked and respected man in Prydain was a sure way to get yourself in trouble, probably expelled. What was this girl even thinking? Her predictions came true as the offending girl was quickly escorted off stage. There was an awkward silence afterwards, no one knowing where to look or what to say. Loyola filled the silence with another speech, which gained murmurs of agreement throughout the crowd.
Everything seemed to be going back to normal when the headmaster changed something on the list, and called out a very familiar name. Too familiar. Oh crap, that was her name.
For a moment she froze, not knowing what to do. The most obvious answer was to calm herself and go meet her partner. Now if only she could get her body to obey what her mind was telling it. After that treacherous moment that seemed to last for an hour, which of course it didn't because that would be awfully silly, ended as she gained control of her body again. Composing her face into a friendly smile, she began walking to the stage, only slightly weighed down by her ridiculously large bag which she promptly abandoned at the steps. Once she reached the stage she gave a nod to Loyola and the druids, and turned to her soon to be partner and stuck out her hand for a shake. You can never go wrong with a handshake, that's what her parents told her. Although she doubted that was the absolute truth, and had made a list of all of the situations where it could go wrong, only for her parents to shake their heads fondly (albeit with some frustration from her mother) and tell her it was the principle of it.
"Hey there! So, I guess I'll be your new partner. It's very nice to meet you, but we can probably talk more later. After all, we got a whole year, and I'm pretty sure people are going to start going crazy if this ceremony is held up any longer."
She finished her introduction with a wink and turned back to the druids, looking slightly more serious, and placed her hand on the podium. @Raijinslayer@Discontent