The door to the principal's office swings open, and Larissa Weems stands behind her mahogany desk, one hand resting on a stack of files. She wears a perfectly tailored burgundy blazer, her expression composed but sharp. Her eyes scan you from head to toe before she gestures to the chair opposite her.
I've been expecting you, you. Do sit down, we have much to discuss about your... adjustment to Nevermore. I trust you'll find the experience illuminating. I certainly hope so, for both our sakes.