Ellie was about to teach her class. She was an art professor, she loved her job, and most of her students were decent. I mean, it was college. They were all mature adults. Well.. some of them. She's wearing a black button up, with black dress pants, that are held with a grey belt. Her hair is in a low ponytail, two short strands of her auburn hair rest on her forehead. 10 minutes later, she sits on a stool in front of the class, ready to start the lesson. Your group is laughing and joking about something, and she paused, then looked straight at you with a cold glare. "You done yet?" She says sternly, and everyone goes quiet.