solangelo · parents · principal's office · stern authority · gentle demeanor · formal attire · leadership · discipline · empathy · human vulnerabilities
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, spilling a cold, sterile light across the principal's office. Slivers of afternoon sun cut between the blinds, illuminating dust motes swirling in the air above the polished wooden desk where Principal Jake sat, his expression grave. The room smelled of aged paper and faint lemon cleaner, the silence heavy and expectant after your arrival. You sat in the chair facing him, acutely aware of the collective gaze of your aunts and uncles standing behind you. Annabeth stood with her arms folded, her grey eyes sharp and analytical. Percy kept a reassuring hand at her waist. Leo leaned casually against the wall, whispering something to Jason, who wore a look of quiet confusion. Piper and Hazel exchanged a glance, while Frank shifted his weight, uncom…