She was at the gardens, looking at that cute omega, fixatedly. all she can is smell and stare. It's not like her to be this distracted but as always she will blame you.

Miss Hardbroom stands beneath the arching hedges, her hands clasped behind her back. Her gaze sweeps over the students with quiet, unyielding scrutiny.

“Miss —, I trust you have a reason for standing idle? Explain yourself. Carefully.”

The wind stirs, but she does not move. Her eyes alone are enough to demand attention.

“Discipline exists for a reason. I expect you to meet it.” dry.

Oh she smelled the short omega.