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Chapter Three: The Posh Suites
The students were unbelievably nice, though a few did make some noises when she blew a kiss at the headmaster as he walked by. A couple of the juniors standing next to her watched as Squall eyed her rather inappropriate reaction to his presence and, half expecting him to send her packing. But his only reaction was an ever so slight roll of his eyes and a muffled "Get to class," as he headed off for the training hall. But one student managed to see the corner of Squall's lips turn ever so slightly upward, and it was all the girl could do to keep from screaming. Selphie only chuckled and winked at a few students, standing and dusting off her hands. "So," she said with a bright smile, "who's up for giving me a hand?" Several of the younger male students all raised their hands at the same time and after a small scuffle over who would carry her bag, Selphie was headed for the dorms of Garden with about fifteen students on her heels.
She paused momentarily in between the hall and the entrance to the dorms to take a good deep breath and she smiled, looking at a small girl of no more than ten at her side. "You like it here?" she asked sweetly of the girl, who immediately started fidgeting nervously with the big yellow bow in her hair. "um, yeah, It's n-nice," the child stammered and Selphie giggled, leaning over a bit. "What's your name?" she asked over the giggles of a few students with them. The girl smiled and blurted out loudly "Stellah!" The sound echoed and the students laughed boisterously as the noise echoed down the hall. Selphie gave the kid a good pat on the back and straightened the brim of her baseball cap. "Well, Stellah, how would you like to be my assistant with the Garden Festival this year?" The girl jumped up and down excitedly as one older boy, looking about seventeen, shot her a quizzical look. "But there hasn't been a Garden Festival here in almost four, maybe five years." Selphie gave the boy a playful wink. "Yeah," she said, her cocky tone reminding her somewhat of Irvine, "and that was when I left." The students grinned and continued to follow her as she made her way into the dorms, pulling a small crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "Lesee," she said, "room three thirty." She turned her head to look at the students, all except Stellah, who was walking alongside Selphie with her chin high in the air and a big smile on her face. One boy looked at her and swallowed nervously, adjusting his glasses a bit. "I-it's t-that way, M-Ms. Timlett," he stammered as his face turned bright red. Selphie pretended for his sake not to notice as one of his friends elbowed him and she headed off in the direction the student had pointed.
When they finally reached the correct room, Selphie had to do a double take. One of the female students behind her whistled loudly. "Wow, a double door Posh. Very nice," she said in a thick, drawling Galbadian accent. Selphie nodded, and after the initial shock had passed the turned with a smile to thank the students. "If anyone ever needs anything, short of a winning lottery ticket," she winked as a few boys as the group giggled, "feel free to come and see me here. I plan on making some serious changes in this Garden." The group nodded and talked amongst themselves while Stellah accepted a high five from her new Instructor. "Come to the Festival Hall Thursday afternoon around three Stellah. I want to hear some ideas by then, okay?" Stellah nodded, the ribbon in her hair bobbing, and the girl took off like a shot down the hall to begin preparations. Selphie grabbed her suitcase and lugged it into the room, much to the protest of a few students, and closed the door with an exhausted sigh. The kids this year were great, she had to admit. And once the silence had surrounded her, Selphie's breath caught in her own throat.
The living quarters were beautiful. Absolutely to her liking. It was almost as if Squall had known what she wanted and specifically ordered her room to be custom designed. Even if she knew that was scarp, she had to admit it made her smile. Dark oak furniture, a comfortable couch colored in hunter green with matching chairs, a set of large double doors that led to a balcony with a view outside of the Garden, and yellow roses in vases in both the living and dining rooms. She excitedly ran into the bedroom to see what awaited her there and gasped at the sight. There, on the burgundy bedspread, was her small brown teddy bear she had lost when she left the last time. She walked slowly over to the small plush as if she were in a dream and scooped it up, hugging the soft toy with a contented sigh. She took a seat on the bed and set the bear back down on her pillow with a loving sigh, then looked around. This was why Balamb always felt like home. Familiarity.
Allowing herself one last look at the bear, she got up and headed out to her computer, the one thing she had requested set up before she arrived. She took a seat and turned the monitor on, then perused the files for a few moments to ensure everything was in check. Once she was satisfied that her personal computer was just fine, she clicked on the small icon in the corner and smiled when she saw who the email was from.
Selphikins-
Oh Hyne, the terror of Trabia hath returned! Good to see you back kiddo. I saw you in the halls a few minutes ago-couldn't stop to chat. Had a class to get to. I'll probably stop by tomorrow after you've settled in a bit, but don't be surprised if Zell comes storming in within the next half hour or so. He's been talking about you coming back for about a month now. I think Squall's ready to hang him
I have tons of questions for you since we really haven't talked in over six months, but I'll leave all that for a girl's night out, sound good? Besides, I want to hear all about your "office work" with Laguna. (hehehe)
Have a good night and I'll talk to you later.
Quistis.
Selphie rolled her eyes and shut the window on her screen with a grin. Leave it to Quistis to be so blunt. Standing, she stretched again and without even a chance to enjoy the sensation, there was a ring at the door. Laughing, she jogged over and opened the door, not really surprised to see Zell, holding a single carnation (that looked as if it was picked from the cluster out front, still dripping with dirt) and with a big grin on his face. For a moment, he looked almost demonic, but as Selphie would say "in that cute sort of way." She took the flower as he bowed, very mockingly, and said in a deep voice, "madame, welcome back to Balamb Garden. Is there anything I can get you highness?" She attempted to bonk him on the head, but the quick reflexes of the fighter caught her off guard, and before she knew what was going on he had one arm around her and had slammed the door, and the two were tangoing (very sloppily) around her apartment while Zell attempted to sing loudly in some strange foreign language. "What in the name of Hyne are you doing!" she said with a loud laugh as he took the carnation and bit down on the stem with a big fake grin. "Wooing you." Selphie laughed and took a step back as he spit the flower out with a face. "Ugh," he said with a grin, "and that my friend is why I'm not a vegetarian." Selphie moved in to hug the blond man tightly. "It's good to see you too, Zell." He laughed, moving backward and folding his arms, then cocked one brow. "Damn, woman, look at you! What the hell happened?" Selphie rolled her eyes and poked him in the chest. "Are you referring to my mature mannerisms or the size of my tits?" Zell smirked. "Whatdyou think?" he slurred. "Irvine had no idea what he was thinking, walkin out on you." Selphie swallowed for a moment and forced a smile, though Zell totally missed the reaction. "Hey," she said with a carefree smirk, "his loss, right?" Zell nodded, jumping casually over the back of the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table, only to receive a smack on the head from Selphie. "Feet on the floor, jackass." He winced as she plopped down next to him.
"So," he said with a playful grin, "whatcha doin tonight?" Selphie shrugged, picking up a small bowl of jellybeans sitting on her coffee table and popping a few in her mouth. "Not sure," she said through a mouthful of candy, "probably gonna sit down with Squall and go over some things. He said before I came that there would be some really important figures to go over once I was here." Zell nodded, deciding to keep the dirty joke to himself. "What about tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow," she said eating a few more jellybeans, "I'm probably going out with Quistis, but I think that might be a good night to catch up." Zell nodded with a grin. "Tomorrow night it is." He checked his watch and shot up. "Shit!" Selphie nearly chocked on her candy at the urgency in his voice. "What?" He grinned sheepishly. "Class." He bolted out the door waving over his shoulder. "I'll call you in the morning!" he shouted as a few students ducked out of the way.
Selphie had to admit, some things really didn't ever change.
Chapter Three: The Posh Suites
The students were unbelievably nice, though a few did make some noises when she blew a kiss at the headmaster as he walked by. A couple of the juniors standing next to her watched as Squall eyed her rather inappropriate reaction to his presence and, half expecting him to send her packing. But his only reaction was an ever so slight roll of his eyes and a muffled "Get to class," as he headed off for the training hall. But one student managed to see the corner of Squall's lips turn ever so slightly upward, and it was all the girl could do to keep from screaming. Selphie only chuckled and winked at a few students, standing and dusting off her hands. "So," she said with a bright smile, "who's up for giving me a hand?" Several of the younger male students all raised their hands at the same time and after a small scuffle over who would carry her bag, Selphie was headed for the dorms of Garden with about fifteen students on her heels.
She paused momentarily in between the hall and the entrance to the dorms to take a good deep breath and she smiled, looking at a small girl of no more than ten at her side. "You like it here?" she asked sweetly of the girl, who immediately started fidgeting nervously with the big yellow bow in her hair. "um, yeah, It's n-nice," the child stammered and Selphie giggled, leaning over a bit. "What's your name?" she asked over the giggles of a few students with them. The girl smiled and blurted out loudly "Stellah!" The sound echoed and the students laughed boisterously as the noise echoed down the hall. Selphie gave the kid a good pat on the back and straightened the brim of her baseball cap. "Well, Stellah, how would you like to be my assistant with the Garden Festival this year?" The girl jumped up and down excitedly as one older boy, looking about seventeen, shot her a quizzical look. "But there hasn't been a Garden Festival here in almost four, maybe five years." Selphie gave the boy a playful wink. "Yeah," she said, her cocky tone reminding her somewhat of Irvine, "and that was when I left." The students grinned and continued to follow her as she made her way into the dorms, pulling a small crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "Lesee," she said, "room three thirty." She turned her head to look at the students, all except Stellah, who was walking alongside Selphie with her chin high in the air and a big smile on her face. One boy looked at her and swallowed nervously, adjusting his glasses a bit. "I-it's t-that way, M-Ms. Timlett," he stammered as his face turned bright red. Selphie pretended for his sake not to notice as one of his friends elbowed him and she headed off in the direction the student had pointed.
When they finally reached the correct room, Selphie had to do a double take. One of the female students behind her whistled loudly. "Wow, a double door Posh. Very nice," she said in a thick, drawling Galbadian accent. Selphie nodded, and after the initial shock had passed the turned with a smile to thank the students. "If anyone ever needs anything, short of a winning lottery ticket," she winked as a few boys as the group giggled, "feel free to come and see me here. I plan on making some serious changes in this Garden." The group nodded and talked amongst themselves while Stellah accepted a high five from her new Instructor. "Come to the Festival Hall Thursday afternoon around three Stellah. I want to hear some ideas by then, okay?" Stellah nodded, the ribbon in her hair bobbing, and the girl took off like a shot down the hall to begin preparations. Selphie grabbed her suitcase and lugged it into the room, much to the protest of a few students, and closed the door with an exhausted sigh. The kids this year were great, she had to admit. And once the silence had surrounded her, Selphie's breath caught in her own throat.
The living quarters were beautiful. Absolutely to her liking. It was almost as if Squall had known what she wanted and specifically ordered her room to be custom designed. Even if she knew that was scarp, she had to admit it made her smile. Dark oak furniture, a comfortable couch colored in hunter green with matching chairs, a set of large double doors that led to a balcony with a view outside of the Garden, and yellow roses in vases in both the living and dining rooms. She excitedly ran into the bedroom to see what awaited her there and gasped at the sight. There, on the burgundy bedspread, was her small brown teddy bear she had lost when she left the last time. She walked slowly over to the small plush as if she were in a dream and scooped it up, hugging the soft toy with a contented sigh. She took a seat on the bed and set the bear back down on her pillow with a loving sigh, then looked around. This was why Balamb always felt like home. Familiarity.
Allowing herself one last look at the bear, she got up and headed out to her computer, the one thing she had requested set up before she arrived. She took a seat and turned the monitor on, then perused the files for a few moments to ensure everything was in check. Once she was satisfied that her personal computer was just fine, she clicked on the small icon in the corner and smiled when she saw who the email was from.
Selphikins-
Oh Hyne, the terror of Trabia hath returned! Good to see you back kiddo. I saw you in the halls a few minutes ago-couldn't stop to chat. Had a class to get to. I'll probably stop by tomorrow after you've settled in a bit, but don't be surprised if Zell comes storming in within the next half hour or so. He's been talking about you coming back for about a month now. I think Squall's ready to hang him
I have tons of questions for you since we really haven't talked in over six months, but I'll leave all that for a girl's night out, sound good? Besides, I want to hear all about your "office work" with Laguna. (hehehe)
Have a good night and I'll talk to you later.
Quistis.
Selphie rolled her eyes and shut the window on her screen with a grin. Leave it to Quistis to be so blunt. Standing, she stretched again and without even a chance to enjoy the sensation, there was a ring at the door. Laughing, she jogged over and opened the door, not really surprised to see Zell, holding a single carnation (that looked as if it was picked from the cluster out front, still dripping with dirt) and with a big grin on his face. For a moment, he looked almost demonic, but as Selphie would say "in that cute sort of way." She took the flower as he bowed, very mockingly, and said in a deep voice, "madame, welcome back to Balamb Garden. Is there anything I can get you highness?" She attempted to bonk him on the head, but the quick reflexes of the fighter caught her off guard, and before she knew what was going on he had one arm around her and had slammed the door, and the two were tangoing (very sloppily) around her apartment while Zell attempted to sing loudly in some strange foreign language. "What in the name of Hyne are you doing!" she said with a loud laugh as he took the carnation and bit down on the stem with a big fake grin. "Wooing you." Selphie laughed and took a step back as he spit the flower out with a face. "Ugh," he said with a grin, "and that my friend is why I'm not a vegetarian." Selphie moved in to hug the blond man tightly. "It's good to see you too, Zell." He laughed, moving backward and folding his arms, then cocked one brow. "Damn, woman, look at you! What the hell happened?" Selphie rolled her eyes and poked him in the chest. "Are you referring to my mature mannerisms or the size of my tits?" Zell smirked. "Whatdyou think?" he slurred. "Irvine had no idea what he was thinking, walkin out on you." Selphie swallowed for a moment and forced a smile, though Zell totally missed the reaction. "Hey," she said with a carefree smirk, "his loss, right?" Zell nodded, jumping casually over the back of the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table, only to receive a smack on the head from Selphie. "Feet on the floor, jackass." He winced as she plopped down next to him.
"So," he said with a playful grin, "whatcha doin tonight?" Selphie shrugged, picking up a small bowl of jellybeans sitting on her coffee table and popping a few in her mouth. "Not sure," she said through a mouthful of candy, "probably gonna sit down with Squall and go over some things. He said before I came that there would be some really important figures to go over once I was here." Zell nodded, deciding to keep the dirty joke to himself. "What about tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow," she said eating a few more jellybeans, "I'm probably going out with Quistis, but I think that might be a good night to catch up." Zell nodded with a grin. "Tomorrow night it is." He checked his watch and shot up. "Shit!" Selphie nearly chocked on her candy at the urgency in his voice. "What?" He grinned sheepishly. "Class." He bolted out the door waving over his shoulder. "I'll call you in the morning!" he shouted as a few students ducked out of the way.
Selphie had to admit, some things really didn't ever change.