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[headmistress cresenthia evans]

The teacher lounge. Cresenthia never really had figured out what the point of having one was, but she still seemed to find herself going there very often. Normally it was to get away from some of the students, she loved teaching them and all, but being at a school where she had to live with them just annoyed her sometimes, and made her wish she could rip her teeth into their flesh and suck their blood. But she wasn’t going to do that. She was a teacher after all, she couldn’t do a thing like that, no matter how much she wanted to sometimes.

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Thia opened up the door to the teacher lounge and quickly shut it behind her. Locking it as well. Finally, she was away from some of those students. Stupid hormonal teenagers. If she counted the number of cat calls she got from her male students she wouldn’t have enough time to do anything else. Sighing she took a look around the place. It lacked color, art, and anything interesting. in all the years that she has worked here, she never once tried to fix this place up to fit her standards. She really needed to do that sometime. The lack of art was killing her.

There was a plain white couch across the room, along with a fridge that she knew held food for every species, but it didn’t have any fresh blood to her dismay. She had checked plenty of times, she was not very fond of blood packets, she preferred her blood from humans and witches directly. Glancing to her right she saw the counter with some other seats that she could choose to sit at, and a small window, showing that it was mid-afternoon. There was another door near the couch that led to another room in the lounge, a place that held games for them if they wanted to play, but Cresenthia was rarely seen back there. She preferred it in this part of the lounge, even if it only had a fridge and a TV to keep her company. She liked it better that way.

Making her way towards the couch, she dropped her black leather jacket on the floor, leaving her blood red corset better seen. For once she hadn’t brought anything to work on, normally she brought her sketchbook at least, but she had forgotten that this time. Before she had reached the couch, she made a pit stop at the fridge, grabbing a beer, then sitting down. So she was a vampire, she didn’t need to drink alcohol, but then again, no one did, she just liked the taste.

[cassadee jade harper]

Technically, students weren’t allowed in the teacher’s lounge. That was why it was called the teacher’s lounge. But anyone who knew Cass knew she’d never really cared much for the rules. It wasn’t like she set out to break them. Well, most of the time she didn’t… Today, she didn’t. She just had kind of a magnetism that just attracted her to all the things that would be better left alone. Like the demon working in the infirmary. Or the boys’ locker room. But things hadn’t turned out too horribly for her just yet, so she saw no reason to change the way she was.

Having exhausted the pile of untouched homework she’d generated earlier this year, the girl had found herself unbearably bored. So she tugged on some clothes, found a pair of shoes, and headed out of her room. She’d conveniently left her drum sticks behind. People tended not to appreciate her musical talents, so she’d started to appease them every now and then.

She’d realized long ago that her feet were more than capable of leading her somewhere interesting without much effort, so Cassadee let her feet lead her where they would. She’d been thinking about exploring the teacher’s lounge before, so she shouldn’t have been surprised when she ended up there. She paused for a couple of moments in front of the door, listening patiently. She wanted to have some idea of just how much trouble she might get into before she decided to go in.

It didn’t take her long to discern the number of people in the room (one) and the species of them (vampire). She wasn’t too worried about that. At least she knew she wouldn’t be walking in on the headmaster. Plunging her hands into the pocket of her hoodie, she gave herself one last chance to turn back. It didn’t change her mind, though, so she pushed the door open gingerly and stepped in. Her eyes flickered around the room before fixing on the headmistress. She offered her the brightest smile she could conjure and waved at her tentatively.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Of course, Cresenthia had been trying to avoid students. They seriously just annoyed her a little too much sometimes. Opening up the bottle of beer, she quickly took a drink. She preferred blood, but beer was always good, it was better than bottled blood in her mind anyway. She guessed it had something to do with being born a vampire and drinking blood directly from people for over a hundred years, switching to bottled blood was not something she was going to do anytime soon. At least she wasn’t really thirsty right now, not for blood at least.

Hearing the door being rattled, and eventually open, Cresenthia let out a small sigh, and took another gulp of the beer in her hand. Great, people. just what she had been trying to avoid. Seeing the person now in the room, a frown appeared on her face. It was a student, students weren’t allowed in here, and Thia was not one to like it when people broke the rules. “You know, when doors are locked, they normally mean that you aren’t welcome.” she said, the tone in her voice not changing, her words lacked amusement, and they almost sounded like she didn’t care at all, even though she did.

She brought the beer back up to her lips, taking a small sip. “I would stop smiling if I were you. You aren’t allowed being in here.” she told her. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with students today, not even her favorite students, which normally consisted of the Execution Squad and practically no one else, unless they had excellent artist ability. It was very rare that Cresenthia would allow someone to get away with breaking the rules, but you never know, luck could always be on the girl’s side today.

Not taking her eyes off of the girl, Cresenthia motioned for her to come closer. She probably should have sent her out, but she hadn’t thought about what she was doing before she did it. “Well, what do you want?” she asked, her voice still not changing, still sounding the same that it has the entire time that she had been talking to the girl. Her face didn’t change either, she was still wearing the same un-amused, slightly annoyed look.