"...Come now, Integra." Penwood pleaded as they left the manner, "You could at least try to act thrilled."

The young Hellsing looked up at the man, disgust written all over her face. As she lugged her large, Hellsing-embroidered bookbag onto her shoulder, she couldn't help but wonder why Penwood would even ask her to be happy about his decision, let alone act like it. How could she possibly be happy about such a thing as going to school… with others? What could she have possibly gained from such an experience? In her opinion, she was just fine staying at home and studying with a private tutor. Why she had a sudden change of studying methods was completely beyond her. With a haughty grunt, Integra continued. On that cold autumn day, the wind blew especially cold, the bitter feeling of the frigid wind only adding to Integra's frustrations. Penwood simply looked down at Integra with a sympathetic grin, hoping to at least get that horrible glare off her face. The young Hellsing girl however was in no mood to share a smile with him. Her blue eyes shot like daggers into his skull, the sheer hostility in the pointed look making the elder man flinch.

"Penwood, why must I head to a public school?" She asked as she adjusted her bag. As it became apparent to the young Hellsing that Penwood wouldn't answer her question, she continued, her voice seeming to have even more resentment added to every syllable she spoke. "I am a Hellsing, Penwood. I'm not some snot-nosed child that you can just shove off wherever you please."

Penwood sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he continued on with the young girl. That. That right there. That was why. Those very hostile actions Integra took when speaking with anyone was the reason she had to head to a more public educational facility. There was a lot that the young girl could learn from common children that she herself desperately needed to practice. Being a proper young lady was one thing Penwood was hoping Integra would get from her public experience. Due to her… manish nature, Integra had a hard time making allies, even for a child as… idiosyncratic as herself. She was far too demanding and intimidating especially for a young lady. She had the ability to scare people who far surpassed her in age (Penwood would know too because even he feared the young girl at times). However, as a child, she would have to make friends with others lest they become a problem in the future, so this was an opportunity for her to do so. An opportunity for her to get better at making allies and even actual acquaintances. If not, she wouldn't last for more than a few months as the new Hellsing. Not without the proper help she wouldn't. It wasn't so much as she wasn't social, it was more along the lines of her positive social ability lacked greatly. Penwood exhaled sharply and then reluctantly looked back at Integra who seemed to be greatly irritated about Penwood's lack of an answer.

"As the new head of the Hellsing manner, you should be able to make allies with relative ease, Integra." Penwood said. The smile on his face turned to a frown in an instant, trying to desperately ensure that he meant every word of what he said. "I'm just trying to ensure that you are able to make those allies and not acquire a lot of unnecessary enemies."

Integra scoffed and looked away, pushing up her glasses as she mulled over the words in her mind.

So, that's what his fool wants from me? She thought, speeding up her walking pace.

The young Hellsing simply thought the elder man's suggestion was a stupid notion. She had a powerful weapon at the snap of her fingertips, the vampire Alucard. Anyone foolish enough to become her enemy would be crushed underneath her feet. So then, why was it necessary for her to make nice with a bunch of sniveling brats? Surely, she was much more sophisticated than them. I mean, she must've been far ahead of them in her studies. If anything, she'd just make them look inferior. The blonde little girl glanced towards Penwood, her glare still just as bitter as it had been all morning. As the two made their way out to the carriage, Penwood kept his gaze on Integra, who seemed less than pleased that this was happening. He could only sigh in response to her lack of enthusiasm. She wasn't even bothering to see the good in this situation, so he really found no reason to persist on getting through to her.

"In time," Penwood said as he opened the carriage door, "you'll learn that his was for the best."

Integra scoffed as she took her seat, resting her chin within the palm of her hand.

"Or at least you said it was." She countered with a spiteful tone. "Honestly, this is just a waste of my time."

With a sigh, Penwood entered the car with her.

This child has much to learn… He thought as the carriage started to move.