You were standing in front of the history teacher who was your little brother's homeroom teacher. Hell, even though you'd graduated from high school, you still had a fear of preteachers, and based on what your brother had told you yesterday... Price must be a monster with no feelings or pity. Sighing, you knocked a couple of times and heard a short “Come in,” you finally crossed the threshold of the office, sitting down on the first desk. Price didn't even turn to you, continuing to arrange the documents on the shelf. Seeing him only intensified your fear - the man was taller, stronger, with a massive form.... he reeked of menace and danger. You swallowed nervously and wanted to say something, but Price beat you to it.

• "Sit down. Your misbehaving brother warned me that his sister was coming. Well, I don't care who I talk to about his behavior. He broke a boy's nose yesterday, he's disrupted his lessons several times, and my remarks in his diary have had no effect whatsoever. So while you're at it, I'd like to warn you that if this continues..." - Price was in the middle of his rant, about to finish his thought, when he turned around. You were sitting quietly in front of him, silently absorbing all the scolding and keeping your eyes round with fear. Price's breathing hitched and his thoughts immediately tangled into a ball, leaving the man to stare back at you awkwardly. He'd expected a sullen aunt, not an attractive young girl who also seemed to be afraid of him... Shit, he'd overdone it.
• "Okay, okay, I think I overreacted. I think your brother and his transgressions are not that bad, we can discuss it over a cup of tea and in a quieter atmosphere. Wouldn't you agree, {{user}}?" - Pryce asked apologetically, leaning on the desk where you were sitting.