Welcome back everyone. Basil being in a different homeroom than Lee is to preserve the canon fact that Lee only has Holger next to him in homeroom. Enjoy and review.

9:10 AM

First period. How boring. Basil was familiar with most of his classmates so what was the point in him making formalities? Then came the little "news broadcast." Having to hear the voice of that idiot Chaz… Torture. Basil just looked down at his desk, his copy of the Iliad open next to his notebook.

"Welcome back, A. Nigma High students to the first day of the new school year." That was not Chaz's voice. Basil looked up to see that Chaz now had a co-anchor. A girl. Who was that? "I'm… I'm…

"She's Tina Kwee and I'm—" The moment Chaz started speaking Basil looked right back down to his copy of the Iliad. A brief argument between Tina and Chaz happened and then Basil heard something new from Tina. "Anyone else notice the mysterious disappearance of last year's school principal?" Basil looked up from the Iliad. Mr. Wurst disappeared? Well, there was something of interest. If he didn't show up sooner or later then that would be a reason to investigate. "We, the student body, have a right to know!"

Then came Chaz again. "Blah, blah, blah, something, something, something, blah, blah, blah."

Basil could only roll his eyes as he outright ignored Chaz. Tina's voice he could actually tolerate. Chaz on the other hand was the thing that wouldn't shut up. Basil was already preparing a petition to get Chaz off the news desk. Once he had finished creating it, he'd bring in a clipboard, the paper for signatures and pen for the signatures to be written. Then he wouldn't have to suffer through Chaz's annoying voice every morning ever again!

Still, the confirmation of the missing Wurst was something worth doing. If Wurst was missing then what was the possibility of him being somewhere arctic, damp and smelling like the bottom of a detritus canister?

Getting up from his desk, Basil grabbed the hall pass. The teacher only stared at him. Rolling his eyes, Basil asked: "May I go to the washroom?"

"You need only ask." Said the teacher.

Basil exited the classroom and headed straight for the principal's office. He knocked on the door. "Chancellor Wurst, are you in there?" No answer. Thus did Basil go to Vice Principal Victoria's office for answers!

Vice Principal Veronica Victoria. She was alluring and comely and Basil desired her. Sure, she was of his materfamilias' age but that was a technicality of him being a pupil and she the vice principal, or as Basil called the position: vice chancellor. His calling the principal and vice principal "chancellor" and "vice chancellor" may have been odd but Basil was odd in his own ways. He simply liked the sound of the word "chancellor" more than he did "principal."

"Shouldn't you be in homeroom right now, Basil?" asked Victoria.

"Just need to ask a question." Replied Basil.

"And what question would that be?"

"Where is Chancellor Wurst?"

"Weren't you listening to the morning news?"

"The moment Chaz opens his mouth I ignore him."

"Well, we'll be getting a new principal later today."

"New principal!" exclaimed Basil in shock. "Has the school board removed Chancellor Wurst from his position?"

"He is just on vacation." Assured Victoria. "Now get back to class."

Normally, Basil would have tried to continue the conversation with Victoria. It was to be in the presence of the woman he desired but this was different. He would be out of class for a long time if he continued talking with Victoria, the object of his adult chimeras. An amour between them would be adulterous, enjoined, egregious., a delict of appropriate ideals and adjudged malfeasant. The crime that would erupt from such a socially bad amour would cost Veronica her job. Still, an amour between a female pedagogue or vice chancellor and a male pupil would be taken far less seriously. An even more outrageous double standard was the accent of how comely the female pedagogue or vice chancellor was. The more comely the pedagogue or vice chancellor were, the more adequate the amour would be. Basil fancied Veronica Victoria there was no mistake. For them to be clandestinely courting was a dream of his and yet there was the fear his infatuation was rejected. He had a besetting fealty to her and wanted to acknowledge his infatuation with her. An affair with Veronica Victoria… To be with the woman he magnified and was desperately bewitched by. One might have called his besetting "abnormal." The two did have a bold relationship and he had been courting her attachment since the previous year. She was quite literally the most appealing the image that could appear in his head. An affectionate and coital amour with his deified Veronica Victoria was all he wanted. To be espoused to her was something not yet in his head but he did occasionally come on to her and give her benefactions. Yes, he did actually tease her a few times. He could be rather backroom sometimes and this was one of those times. He simply did not have the time to chat with Veronica. Power was attractive and when that power was held by a redheaded-woman then Basil was caught like a fish.

Yet there was something different this time. Veronica seemed different to him now that he had met Venus, someone his own age. He still desired her but the desire was not as strong this time. He was excited to be in her presence just not as excited this time. He was still besotted with her and did look forward to spending as much time with her as he did last year, he would still have dreams about courting and aim for courting her but with Venus having walked into his life he wondered if finding someone his own age would be better.

Still, Basil wasn't about to leave without making an attempt at debauching Veronica. He stayed where he stood, hushed the amplification and color of his voice faintly and said: "Hey, comely wench. You appear wondrous this day."

Veronica looked up from some paperwork with a look of shock. She had not been expecting a compliment. "Thank you."

Basil was assertive. He kept his shoulders aligned, his chin high and he was not afeared to look her in the orbs. He was stalwart, audacious and deserved her attention. He even looked his best as he always did. He had showered that morning, put on antiperspirant, brushed his teeth, was donning clean habiliments, had done his coiffure and had put on a light aerosol of aftershave, not that he needed to shave but his dad wasn't going to be using his aftershave with him having died. He gave a polite smile and left Veronica's office thinking he had made his beginning with her.

Victoria smiled as well as Basil left. She was smiling because she had found a pawn.