Ms. Cassandra is a very beautiful young lady of the age between 20-25 years old. She has long, straight highlighted-beige, brown hair. Wearing a white pencil skirt, grey sleeveless-tee and a lace-covered ivory half-waist-length short-sleeve jacket with a pair of strappy, 3 inch, high heels. Her features are very sharp, doubled-eyelid, tall nose, high cheekbones, flat forehead, thin eyebrows and full lips. At first 'smell', Hitsugaya knew it was Chanel No.5 swirling in the classroom space. It was very thin, as a matter of fact, but Hitsugaya have been smelling it for years now in BliNk as most of the models and lady staffs preferred Chanel than Dior.
'Morning, class. Well, I expect that the summer holiday projects I issued a month and a half ago should be done by now. All on my table, now, please.' she added, making eye contact the girl in the other side of the class, first, then with Hitsugaya and smiled at him. 'No exceptions.'
He reached down while the others went in front five-by-five and searched for the right file that he had compiled two weeks ago. The reason he had already finished all the holiday projects was because, Jing spoke to all his subject teachers and told him what to do. He finished all of them in three weeks and had already compiled them into different files, for every different subject. By the time he found it, the whole class had already settled down and was wondering what their teacher is waiting for.
Hitsugaya stood up with the file in his hand, which had caused a noise while his chair was pushed back, causing everyone to look at him, including Inoue. He slowly made his way to where Ms. Cassandra is standing behind her table.
'Hitsugaya Toushiro.' he bowed to her and looked up again, flipping his fringe back into place with a swing of his head. 'Jing sends her regards.' and he handed her his file. She took it after eyeing the file for three seconds.
Her full lips curved into a smile of approximately 35°, as if she had already practiced it in front of the mirror for years now. 'Oh, your sister was one of my talented and, favorite students. She owns a deep sense of fashion and a pair of very sharp eyes for brands. Fake or not. Her nose is very sensitive too. She said to expect more from you. I'd love to assume she's right.' she smiled a little wider. 'Ling,' she called without taking her eyes off him. A sound of a chair being pushed back gently could be heard and soft footsteps stopped beside him.
'Yes, Ms. Cassandra?' a small, tender voice sounded beside him. Her voice was inflected with slight nervousness.
'I would like you to tell me what brands I'm wearing right now.' she said, finally taking her eyes of Hitsugaya. She often tested them with this sort of sudden request, but so far, in her whole seven years of teaching history of this school, there was only a few that could answer all perfectly.
'Erm...Jimmy Choos.' she said, starting from the bottom. 'Zara'
She was immediately cut off by Hitsugaya. 'It's Chloe...' Ling turned to look at him immediately, shocked and surprised.
'Continue...' Ms. Cassandra indicated him with a gentle wave of her hand, smiling even broader.
'Jimmy Choos: 2nd edition of latest release, $580. Chloe: pencil skirt, personalized with touches by the designer herself, $720. Marc Jacobs: newest Paris-released version, sleeveless and jacket match, $840 and $480 respectively. Fever: eye-shadow, mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss, blusher and face powder $33, $35, $25, $39, $36 and $30 respectively. Chanel No.5 of...1987. $760 still rising. Am I correct?' when he was finished, the students were shocked and amused at the same time. Kelly was glad that someone finally got them correct. She was one of the few who could name the brands and current pricing flawlessly. Orihime was smiling and had to fight the urge to applaud for him. Xiao Ying started writing down the prices immediately, as she could only recognize the brand but could not tell the actual price of the item. Ling, of course, was lost for words.
'Precisely, Hitsugaya. I'm convinced. Well done...' her tone became friendly and warm. 'Now, back to your places. Textbooks out, please. Page 112. We'll save the rest for later...' and everything resume to normal.
'I didn't know you were so good...' Kelly whispered while looking at her textbook when Hitsugaya passed by. He unconsciously looked over to the other side and caught her looking down at her textbook quickly, her hand reaching into her pocket.
'Oh, and Hitsugaya, congragulations and, welcome abroad...' Ms. Cassandra turned back to her writing on the board, as Hitsugaya sat back into his chair and looked at her again. He caught her pushing something back into her sweater pocket and looked ahead. 'Today, we're learning the oh-so-famous and, not mention, very expensive Monique dresses. Why they're always a hit among lady celebrities, wearing it parties, awards and even on-set. How they price and the qualities of fabric. Plus, a few, known, designers that work under Monique. Ready? Erm...ahh, Kelly. Tell us about a few examples...'
The lesson was thought and presented by Ms. Cassandra, in a very interesting manner. Hitsugaya took notes all throughout the class, which she secretly indicated that some parts that she had covered are those that they're going to be tested on. She's a very good-natured teacher but when it comes to her assignments, essays and projects, you would be given two choice if it weren't passed up when the deadline she given is met: a) drop the subject immediately and; b) detention for a week, after school, with herself. She is a teacher, very well-respected for her style of teaching and not to be taken lightly, of her instructions, by anyone. Her exams are not theoretical but very every bit as practical as you can imagine. And if you've been to one of her detentions, there is no telling what rating you might get out of your work in her exams.
'This is the end of today's lesson, I'm afraid, and now, for your assignments. Deadline's next class. Research and choose Monique dresses as your topic, for next week's presentation. Create a sample in D-lab. I want each of you to print a hard copy for and I will choose the interesting ones for live presentations. Any questions?' she looked around.
'Erm, Ms. Cassandra?' Inoue raised her hand half-way in the air.
'Oh, yes? My darling Hime?' she asked cheerfully.
'What angle?'
'Ahh...glad you asked. Any angle...' she waved her hand in the air swiftly. 'Any angle at all, as a matter of fact, that you think is presentable...' she smiled and looked around again. 'Anyone else?' no one raised their hands. Some shook their heads. 'No? None? Done. Class dismissed.' and she gathered up her files then walked out of the classroom, disappearing around the corner, down the stairs, with her Jimmy Choos clicking loudly in her every step.
The students all started shoving their textbooks and notepads into their bags. Some took out their timetable to see where's their next period. Hitsugaya was the fastest to finish. He placed the sling of his bag on his shoulder and started walking away towards the back exit. Towards the familiar shoulders, hair and the way her legs were positioned as she packer her stuff quickly and quietly. He was more than curious to find out who she is.
He was five desks away when, 'What's your second period?' Xiao Ying asked. She kept turning back to ask Hitsugaya, just now, for points that she missed. She wanted her next class to be with him again. Having a genius sitting behind her proved definitely very helpful. Inoue had gathered her textbook for the next class in her hands. She always did that so that she could be ready, and won't need to ruffle away in her bag, in search of her textbooks. She always had books required for her first two periods in her bag, ready. Then she would go to her locker, afterwards, and trade them for the next two. It's a habit she earned from last year. She took all 23 subjects at first and had to rush around with a heavy bag, and was constantly visiting her cramped locker. This year, she only took ten. In which she has confidence in, of getting all As for.
'English...' he answered distractedly, without turning around to face Xiao Ying.
'How many subjects did you take?' Kelly asked, lazily.
'Twenty...'
'You're nuts...' she answered, bored, with a pitying look for him on her face. He continued walking step by step towards her, eying her movements.
'Wait...' this time, Inoue stopped him. He turned his body halfway, frowning while he glanced sideways, Clearly a little irritated.
'Erm...' she hesitated a while before continuing, after noticing his clear annoyance. 'I was wondering whether you would like to have Lunch with us...' she said, in a soft voice. Hitsugaya's frown eased.
'Thanks. But I'm going out...I have free period after Lunch...' and then he turned around again, frustrated, not noticing the disappointment on her face. But she was no longer there anymore. A sign of panic flickered through his clear blue-green eyes. He stopped in his tracks, so suddenly, that Xiao Ying and Kelly, who were behind him, almost banged into him.
'Whoa...what's wrong?' Xiao Ying just managed to step on her breaks three inches behind him.
'Is something the matter, Toushiro-kun?' Inoue asked, softly, a little worried. She had noticed that he was acting a little weird since he sat down, beside her, in his desk. He shook his head and then continued walking cooly, as if he had all the time in the world, down the hallway upstairs to Language 1.