The Man
Larissa set her hot chocolate down on her desk and turned to her office balcony doors. She hesitated to open them as the cool wind of the fall seemed to be arriving. How she would miss the warmth of the sun, even if she didn't particularly like the hot weather. Opening her laptop, she looked through her few emails. Nothing caught her eye as she's lost in a train of thought, and she almost missed an email from the outcast school board, telling her to expect a start of the term visit from them in the near future.
The last time Nevermore had a visit from the board was second term last year, a mere 7 months ago that felt to Larissa like it could've been yesterday. Larissa didn't have a problem with the board as she was well respected as an outcast and an educated professional, until the last visit she had, which made her think about abandoning her job and Nevermore all together. Mind you, she didn't have to think twice, as she would never give up on her dear students so easily.
*7 months ago, February*
As soon as the man got a look at Larissa standing in the courtyard, he was belittled by her height, stature, and seemingly confident demeanor. "It's so nice to meet you Mr. Martell", Larissa held her hand out to him. He glared down at her gloved hands, but didn't reach out to give her his hand in return. He stared a up at her with a blank expression, "Likewise".
Larissa went on about the successes from the past few months and the new things that she was trying to implement this year, in hopes of bringing the outcasts closer to the normies that reside in Jericho. "Larissa, being alive as long as I have, as I am a vampire, I've seen this thing done time and time before. The normies will never accept us outcasts, and I don't appreciate you wasting our time and funding trying to prove what we already know as a fact." Larissa towered over him as she retaliated in a seemingly polite tone. "Mr. Martell, I do believe that as times change in the world for the better, we can become part of that change. I see many new opportunities for our younger generation in the near future, and as a vampire, I expect you are able to appreciate and want better times for our younger generation of vampires, seeing as they will be here for so long. Also, please refer to me as Ms. Weems if you will." Larissa tried to be professional, in charge, and to not back down to him or his beliefs or opinions. She had to learn to be strong as a women, and she had come so far.
The man turned around and walked back inside the building to take off his sunglasses. As Larissa followed him, he turned and stared in her deep ocean blue eyes, captivating her with his powers so his next words cut extra deep. "I forbid you to spend the schools money and time on the stupid dreams of a pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter woman. You will do your headmistress duties here at the school and forget about events outside of the school, or I will write you up, Larissa." Putting his sunglasses back on, he turns and leaves, slamming the outside door on the way to his car.
Larissa didn’t think she came off as pretentious, although she occasionally had to summon a sense of fake confidence. Maybe this is why him saying her dreams were stupid hit so hard that day. There were no students around, thank god. It was a Sunday, and she was tired.