A Bleeding Rose
"T-there must be.. Some sort of mistake!" Quistis said, trying to cover up the astonished look on her face.
"There's no mistake my dear instructor... I am your new student. Would you mind giving me a seat..?" The blond teen asked.
Quistis glared, "I will not be made a mockery of in my own classroom. Take a seat in front.. Now." The instructor said, her tone cold. Seifer merely raised an eyebrow, but didn't not move to make a comment, as he took an available seat in the front.
"Now.. onto our lesson.."
"Quisty, dear, do you think you could explain to me, what we're doing today in class, as I was /detained/.." Seifer asked putting on his most respectful face. The Trepie beside Seifer kicked him from under the table, and Quistis only snickered softly. "Well maybe next time you won't allow yourself to be detained..."
Seifer shot her a glare, as if saying 'I know you saw that damnit!' But the instructor only smiled back. "Anyways, back onto our lesson plan..." She rambled on about GF memory loss and such, for about an hour, before she dismissed class. "Seifer. Stay back. I need to speak to you..."She said, flicking back her hair lazily. "If you wish to be in my class you will start calling my Instructor Trepe. 'Quisty dear' is not appropriate for class." She stated simply, trying to sound as professional as she could.
"Well, Quisty dear it's after clas-" His words were cut off as Headmaster Cid entered the classroom.
"Well Almasy it seems you've found your way to Quistis' class..."
"Yes sir... Of course."
"Quistis I hope you weren't taken by to much surprise when Seifer came in..."
"No."
Headmaster Cid nodded. "I'm glad to hear it. Now I only have one other request... I would like you to teach him during your spare time... Quistis Seifer will need all the help he can get this semester..."
Seifer stared for a few moments embarrassed and slightly annoyed. "Whatever.."
Quistis glared. [He sounds like...Squall...]
"T-there must be.. Some sort of mistake!" Quistis said, trying to cover up the astonished look on her face.
"There's no mistake my dear instructor... I am your new student. Would you mind giving me a seat..?" The blond teen asked.
Quistis glared, "I will not be made a mockery of in my own classroom. Take a seat in front.. Now." The instructor said, her tone cold. Seifer merely raised an eyebrow, but didn't not move to make a comment, as he took an available seat in the front.
"Now.. onto our lesson.."
"Quisty, dear, do you think you could explain to me, what we're doing today in class, as I was /detained/.." Seifer asked putting on his most respectful face. The Trepie beside Seifer kicked him from under the table, and Quistis only snickered softly. "Well maybe next time you won't allow yourself to be detained..."
Seifer shot her a glare, as if saying 'I know you saw that damnit!' But the instructor only smiled back. "Anyways, back onto our lesson plan..." She rambled on about GF memory loss and such, for about an hour, before she dismissed class. "Seifer. Stay back. I need to speak to you..."She said, flicking back her hair lazily. "If you wish to be in my class you will start calling my Instructor Trepe. 'Quisty dear' is not appropriate for class." She stated simply, trying to sound as professional as she could.
"Well, Quisty dear it's after clas-" His words were cut off as Headmaster Cid entered the classroom.
"Well Almasy it seems you've found your way to Quistis' class..."
"Yes sir... Of course."
"Quistis I hope you weren't taken by to much surprise when Seifer came in..."
"No."
Headmaster Cid nodded. "I'm glad to hear it. Now I only have one other request... I would like you to teach him during your spare time... Quistis Seifer will need all the help he can get this semester..."
Seifer stared for a few moments embarrassed and slightly annoyed. "Whatever.."
Quistis glared. [He sounds like...Squall...]