Squall stood at around the height of five foot eight, with brown unruly hair nearly unkempt

half the time, but still managing to look quite perfect atop is head. His blue eyes were the utmost

brilliant shade, and were glossy today, in matter of fact. He wore his distinctive black leather jacket,

and underneath was a white v-neck shirt, but kept his usual black pants with the three, usual

interconnecting belts at his waist, and his pair of black boots. His Griever, silver-chained necklace hung

from his neck, and the matching ring gleaming on the finger of his hand. He was dressed casually, but

still gave off a mature commander look as he walked about in the hallways, enjoying his solitude and

resorted back to his introverted self. Roaming around the halls alone with only his thoughts to

accompany him.

He started to recall his past memories back at the orphanage, along with the memories of his

adopted sister, Ellone, and he remembered the oldest girl there used to protect him when Seifer used

to bully him because she was always there to rescue him. As silly as that sounded, it didn't sound as

ridiculous back then when he was just a child. He even remembered the day his father, Laguna, had

brought them to the orphanage back on Centra. Squall would recognize the familiar faces of who he

had spent time with back then, and that included everyone. This is what had brought him to visit

Destiny Island, and serve as a professor. He breathed out heavily, shrugging his shoulders at the

thought of being a teacher. He really didn't even enjoy what he been through as a SeeD either. He

continued down the hallway, and today he was looking for a certain classroom hoping to find what he

was looking for. Could it be? He wondered as he proceed forward, stopping in front of a classroom

that appeared occupied.

He reached for the door's handle, twisted and pushed it open, and inside he looked toward the

blonde-headed figure sitting at their large teacher's desk, books and other sorted items placed nicely

on top. Squall took a moment to realize he had barged in without knocking. "Ah.. Sorr-" He paused,

looking at the familiar face, the pair of glasses she worn looking familiar to him, but the eyes behind

them that were brooding. "Quistis?" He said, a sense of surprise in his tone. When he heard that

someone from Balamb had come to teach as well, he had hoped it would be someone he knew, but he

wouldn't have guessed it would be Quistis Trepe, the child prodigy since she was fifteen years old, and

the same girl who had attended the orphanage that Squall had been to.

Quistis sighed, clearly not amused that she had been disturbed. She was so close to being done

with this blasted paperwork too. "Yes, I'm Quistis. Is there something I can do for you?" She asked, not

even bothering to look up from her papers. "Oh, and for the record, knocking first would be

appreciated. Just so you know." Quistis said flatly, as she straightened out her current stack of papers.

Putting those aside on the corner of her desk, she pulled out another colored folder and began

working on its contents. It hit her after flipping over one of the papers, that she had been so fixated

on her work, that she hadn't even noticed who she was talking to.

Squall stood there at the doorway between the hallway and the classroom, his hand still

gripped around the handle, tightening. "Quisty." He said subconsciously whilst he looked at her busing

out and about on the paperwork on her desk. Squall had always known she was strict and

independent with her work, and she was never the type to slack off. He admired that. His grip from

the door's handle loosened, taking a few steps forward and approaching the front of her desk. He

placed both his palms face down on the desk, and looked down at her. "That's not a very appreciated

greeting to an old friend, Quis." He said with a smirk, leaning off from the desk and stuffing his hands

into the pockets of his pants. "Don't you remember me?"

"Remember you..?" Quistis stopped in the middle of writing, to linger on those words. She

realized how familiar the voice was. It brought backs memories of someone she knew, but hadn't seen

in years. For a brief moment, Quistis wondered about the possibility of him being here. Although,

there was no way that person could be here; or at least she thought anyway. She inhaled, trying to

regain her composure. Quis leaned back in her chair, and took a good look at the person standing in

front of her desk. The second she looked Squall in the eyes, her gut did a 180 degree flop. "... Squall?

By Shiva's breath, is that really you?" She was in shock. It had been at least 4 years since she last saw

him; and by all means she didn't honestly ever expect to see him again. And yet, here he was, staring

her down, like he had done so many times before.

"In the flesh, Instructor Quistis Trepe." He said with a slight crooked smile, staring down at her

from where she sat. Squall positioned himself so that he slightly leaned against her desk before he

took a seat near the edge to avoid sitting on the stacks of papers and school-related items that

belonged to her. "Busy at work already? You just got here." He crossed his arms, smirking. Squall eyed

her for a while before averting his eyes to window, gazing a bit outside whilst breathing heavily.

Sighing as he thought about how many years had gone by ever since Quis, and the rest of the gang,

has been separated after taking their own paths - but not once had Squall would've thought to have

Quis and him to cross paths again. "You got assigned to teach, too, I see. Suits you. Considering back

at Balamb."

She moved her last folder onto the stack, and propped her elbow up, onto the cleared space

on her desk. "Did you really think I would slack off on my work?" Quistis grinned, resting her chin on

top of her left hand; eyes still focused on Squall. "And besides, teaching is the only thing I'm truly good

at." A thought hit her a second after saying that; and as she was about to ask him something, she

noticed he seemed to be slightly distracted. It wasn't hard for her to notice at all though. She always

just knew when something was wrong with him; and even after the years of being separated, nothing

could change that fact. And yet, she had no room to talk either. Lately she's been catching herself

thinking about the past, and everything that had occurred. I wonder if he's ever thought of any of the

friends he left behind... Or even..

Her mind wandered, as she waited for him to say something.

Squall nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, and cocking his head to each side to lessen the

strain on his neck, to get rid of the cricks in his nape. He smiled widely with a precarious look in his

deep blue eyes as he concentrated on her words. "Well... No. Good point." He said, laughing under his

breath at how persistent she was with labor. "Don't work too hard now. You have to be able to

distinguish between work and your own free time. Can't be working all the time. Gonna need a break

once and while, right?" He shook his head, realizing she had a questionable look on her face, but

nothing more like she was going to ask something.

He seemed a little more bothered by something else, but tried not to show it. He lifted himself up from the desk and looked at Quis.

"Well, good luck with everything here. My classroom is not that far from here, so if you ever need anything... Don't

come bothering me." He tried to stifle a sincere smile along with a bit of muffled laughter, trying to

contain himself. Squall turned and headed to the door, waving his hand behind him as he walked. "See

you around."

Quis watched him head for the door. She wanted to reach out, and keep him from leaving her so soon.