And, at long last, an update. Sorry about the delay, I've been a tad distracted of the late... but, I hope you guys enjoy it. Apologies if it sucks. c:
2.
Professor Stein tore his attention from shuffling through papers to look at the door as it was pushed - or rather, slammed open.
The occurrence at hand scared the life out of anyone in the vicinity; the students jumped and spared glances at the small form in the threshold.
Professor Rosemary Alexander, better known as just Miss Alexander, was pissed off by Professor Stein more often than not. A stolen cigarette or two, or the occasional visit to see what she was doing in the middle of a class; people hanging over her shoulder made Alexander bristle, so the outcome of that was easily guessed.
The thing was, she never directly approached him over it. She came in once in awhile to ask if he'd done something, or a sheepish request for help with her training. A ragey entrance, while class was in session of all time, was even more rare.
In a flash of red, she crossed the room. The post-class chatter of students came to an abrupt stop as the short chemist wordlessly made herself known. Cigarette smoke wisped around the stained coat-clad woman as she stopped close to Stein's desk. The students waited expectantly, some fearful, for what would happen next.
Alexander stood in a slight, very tired hunch like she always did, but something was off about her. Stein noticed how overly-constricted her pupils were and wondered to why it could've been happening.
"Alexander... what seems to be the problem?" he queried calmly, looking up at her from his patchwork chair. Her head tilted to one side and pursed her lips. A quite empty box of cigarettes was raised and tipped over and shook.
"Why?" was what escaped dark red-painted lips, hardly audible.
Her addressing the issue was more blunt than normal. Most days when she would run out of cigarettes for no apparent reason, it would be a thrown object, or a pressure plate trick, but never a direct action. Never.
They jarred back and forth for a minute, per usual, the redhead starting it. It was rather childish of them, especially from the older of the two; she was the only one he'd quarrel with openly like that. After a bit, Stein cleared his throat and dismissed the class halfheartedly, his attention turned back to the short woman before him.
He gave her an expectant look, and watched almost amusedly.
"Why in bloody hell do you keep taking my cigarettes?" she asked, tossing the empty carton of cigarettes into the wasitbin beside his desk.
Stein looked up from where he sat at the fuming woman and gave a crooked, and very amused smile. "It's most amusing observing how you react to things, Miss Alexander." he stated simply. It was the truth; observing how she'd get worked up, how her composure would change completely, and subsequently turn into a short, red-haired shitstorm of a woman.
"This is the most interesting reaction I've gotten out of you so far, too. What's got you so worked up?" he continued, leaning against the rest of his chair. The light reflected off of his glasses so she couldn't properly see his eyes.
Heterochromic eyes glared down at the top of a silver-haired head. "Yeah, well, " she snapped, still irritated. "Just stop, alright? It's annoying and wastes my money, and I don't have the damn patience to deal with someone so childish as to steal goddamn cigarettes, when you clearly have your own." With that, she turned sharply on one foot, and stormed out the room.
The last sight of the furious woman Stein saw, was the sharp swish of her hair as she rounded the corner, and heard the soft clanking from the buckles on her thick-soled boots. "I can't make any guarantees, Professor." With a sigh, he turned in his chair and looked to the stack of papers on his desk. Rosemary would be Rosemary.
In the hall, said redhead was practically stomping. A pastel green-haired teen stood off to one side, muttering nervously about mandroids. Other students passed by casually, making small talk and such as they made their ways to second period classes.
The green-haired girl looked up in shock as Alexander whisked past, her wide brown eyes opening further in horror, if it was even possible. She watched as the short redhead made her way back to her class, all the way on the east wing – that was her next class.
Her instructors were positively mad.
