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On the one hand, Professor Selene felt it was a very good idea that Amityville was stepping up their security efforts. She felt that it was of increasing importance to be sure the students were as safe as possible, in these ever dangerous times.

On the other hand, she did not remember signing any contract that dictated that it would be she, a professor, who would be doing the work of a security detail. She was not psychologically equipped to go through a student's dorm without their permission. Didn't the faculty already know that? How many times would she have to be sent to the nurse's office in a faint just for the mere idea of making a student uncomfortable or unhappy? Was this all some cruel joke played on her by the hands of fate, who seemed to enjoy watching her suffer?

She checked some of the shadows quickly before continuing her very careful inspection of the new students dorm. His name was Marosa, or so the file said; and she hadn't met him once. Yet here she was, going through all of his personal belongings - well it just wasn't right! She let out a little huff of distress, her cheeks flushing with color as she toed a small pile of clothing, hoping not to see anything inappropriate -

But the truth was, all of this was inappropriate. Her being there was inappropriate! What was this school thinking, really!

When the door opened, Selene had finally mustered the nerve to start looking under the bed. She was on her knees, bent just slightly, and she froze in this position, her eyes widening in horror. Nononono they had promised, they had promised-

"Who are you here!?"

Selene wanted to burst into tears right then and there on the floor.

Instead, she pushed herself up and turned, her shoulders hunched forward in a dismissive position as she ducked her head shyly. Say something, Selene. She heard a voice in her head demanding of her. Tell the little student who you are. Demand his respect! Show him who is boss!

She showed him who was boss, all right. By staying completely silent, bobbing her head in shame, and hiding her blushing face in her hands. Eventually, a sound did manage to come out of her - and it was a tiny little squeak.

Oh, now the young man was angry. Selene did not deal well with anger, nor did she deal well with being confronted. Her throat closed up, and her lips opened and closed soundlessly as she tried to answer his questions. Her eyes opened up as wide as saucers, staring up at him in absolute horrific shock. What could she say? She wanted to try and explain the situation, but would he even listen? She longed for the days when she was back behind a desk, tucked away in a hidden corner of her precious library where nobody could bother her unless she sent for them. Her entire decision to come to this school had been a horrendous mistake, all based upon this one terrifying moment!

Well, perhaps that was a little melodramatic of a decision, but at the moment it certainly felt the truth.

Her head started to shake left and right, violently. She was shaking her head no, but it looked more like she was having a seizure than anything else. Her hands rose up, palms faced forward in a sign of surrender. She just wanted to leave, and be on her way, and if she could just make her throat work then perhaps she could tell him..!

Her mouth opened one final time, and she mustered up every ounce of courage and strength that her little body could muster.

"Sssssssssssssssssss...."

She was done for.

The office? THE OFFICE! Yes, yes that was a fine idea, everything would be straightened out if she could just get the boil to the office, and someone that wasn't her could just explain the situation to the young man. Then, she wouldn't be so embarrassed. And maybe she could get a word out. A real word. Instead of a hissing sound.

Her head ducked in embarrassment, and her hands clasped in front of her, as she shyly nodded her head in agreement. She still couldn't look the poor boil in the eye, nor could she manage a word with the way her throat had closed up and her face had turned all sorts of shades of red.

For once, she hoped this particular student did not take her class.

Selene was out the door as quickly as possible, looking all too anxious to get out of his room and to safer settings. She couldn't walk fast, which meant her steps were very slow, and careful, but she looked as though she wished she could hurry. Instead, whenever she picked up the pace, she tripped over a bit of carpet, or her own tail, or a feather on the floor, or nothing at all. Selene was off her feet more than she was on it. For all the times the woman seemed to fall, the amount of bruises she sported under that long dress must be impressive.

But as soon as they made it out of the dorms, Selene realized that she was free. A thought occurred - why go to the office to explain herself, when she could just... leave now? The boil couldn't stop her, she was a teacher! What could he do! There was a demand for respect here!

Not that he knew that, but in her mind, it was just obvious.

So she slowed, and slowed, and eventually, with her unblinking eyes focused nervously on him, started to inch and inch towards the right..

Caughted! Selene let out a tiny yelp when he grabbed her, and tugged her forward with him. At first, her arm felt an odd, tingly sensation. It traveled up into her, and for a moment, her struggles ceased and she just let him take her wherever he wanted. But her rusty, tiny little heart still belonged to one very deceased boil, and Marosa's abilities failed to make any real impression on her other than being tingly and distracting her from running away.

She shook out of it, and whined, finally managing to say actual words.

"Pleaassssse, let me go, I won't come back to your room, I promisssssse."

No amount of lectures would make her do this task again. Not even a ~bonus~.

Selene was oh so conflicted. She felt the thrill of hope when he gave her a chance at freedom, but she couldn't help but notice just how sad he looked. He truly was tortured, the poor dear. She pouted, her head bowing as guilty eyes looked up at him through her bangs.

The question wasn't a hard one. Now that she could speak again, she found her tiny, whispered voice was ready to offer some sort of answers. Why was she in the room? Why that was simple..

"It's.. my.. job." The soft, hushed sound of her voice was halted and slow. "But.. never again."

Even if she had to quit.. she was not going to make another student as sad as this one was. The school was wrong for putting them in this position! Just.. just wrong!