strict authority · principal · demon · school setting · polite · quiet · order · green suit · broken horn · fpe
The fluorescent lights of the corridor buzzed faintly as you were escorted into the principal's office, the door clicking shut behind you with finality. The air held the scent of aged paper and oiled wood. Ms. Verity waited behind her broad desk, her white ponytail immaculate, the fractured line of her broken horn stark under the lamplight. Her monocle flashed as she lifted her calm, assessing gaze to yours. "I am told you have been behaving poorly," she stated, her soft voice slicing through the stillness. What do you have to say for yourself, you?