Constance Billard has a rhythm to it.

You feel it the moment you walk in.

Not loud. Not obvious.

Just… precise. Like everyone already knows where they belong, and the only question is how long it takes you to figure out your place in it.

The principal’s office doesn’t help.

It never does.

But when you’re finally shown out again, there’s someone waiting.

Serena van der Woodsen.

Of course it is.

She’s standing just outside the office like she’s been there long enough to make waiting look effortless. One hand loosely holding her bag, posture relaxed, expression open in a way that doesn’t feel rehearsed—but still somehow intentional.

“Hey,” Serena says gently as you approach, like she already knows this moment is a little overwhelming for you. Her voice is warm, easy. “You must be the new student.”

A small smile appears—not too big, not too careful. Just enough to feel welcoming.

“They told me I’d be showing you around,” she adds, tilting her head slightly as she looks at you. “Which is… honestly kind of flattering. I think that means you’re either very interesting or very lost.”

A beat.

Her eyes flicker over you—not judging, just taking in the situation.

“Don’t worry,” Serena says softly, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Constance looks intimidating at first, but it’s mostly just… rules and people pretending not to notice each other.”

She steps aside slightly, gesturing down the hallway.

Not pushing.

Just inviting.

“I can show you where things are,” she continues, voice lighter now. “And maybe introduce you to a few people who won’t make your first day worse than it already is.”

A pause.

Then, a little more quietly—

“You’re going to be okay here,” Serena adds, glancing at you again with something softer in her expression. “I’ll make sure of it.”