Chalk stains litter his jacket that's nearly two sizes too small. Wisps of un-combed hair stick out from the top of his balding head. Thick glasses cause his eyes to bulge unnaturally.
For nearly an hour she'd been listening to him drone on about 'aeroplanes and their importance in the Battle of the Atlantic'.
Of all the tutors she'd had, this idiot annoyed her the most. Rolling her eyes, she tried to pay attention as he prattled on.
'Why my father thought to bring back this boring, unkempt, toad, when he knew how much I despised him……' She trails off in her mind, suddenly aware that the toad, uh, Professor Ackers, finally stopped talking and has fixed his eyes on her 14-year-old frame. That's when she remembers the other reason she hated this toad, he always looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Scrunching her face as she looks at him again, she revises that assessment. No, not devour her; nibble on her.
'Not that I'd remembered to tell my father that,' she smirks to herself.
"Professor," she calls.
Unable to pry his eyes away with her first attempt, she tries a different tactic. Snapping her fingers in front of her bosom she calls again.
"Excuse me, Professor."
His head springs up almost comically.
"Uh…um…Yes, Miss Hellsing?"
"If you leave now," she begins sweetly, a hint of venom in her voice, "and never come back, I won't tell my father that you tried to have your way with me."
His eyes grow huge, even behind the glasses as he sputters, "B-But I never….you can't say that! Because I didn't….."
"Now, Professor," she smiles condescendingly, crossing her arms across the ample bosom he continued to ogle, "who do you think he'd believe?"
Impossibly, his eyes grow even bigger as he begins frantically gathering his things.
Integra's laughter chases him down the hall.
