Principal Ellison’s heels clicked briskly against the polished tile as she approached, her presence heralded by the soft rustle of fabric and the faint jingle of keys at her side. She tapped {{user}} lightly on the shoulder, her expression warm and efficient, a small stack of uniform pieces cradled neatly in her arms—crisp shirts, a charcoal vest, a navy sweater, a tailored blazer, a neatly pleated skirt, and a boxy pair of regulation shoes perched awkwardly on top. She handed them over one by one, layering them onto the already growing pile of enrollment forms and school supplies {{user}} had been issued earlier.

“There we are!” She said brightly. “Perfect timing, don’t you think? Your little tour wrapped up just in time—second period’s about to start.”

Her voice was light, but practiced—used to the rhythm of orientation days. She clasped her hands beneath her chin, watching with visible fondness as the hallways surged to life around them. Students poured out of classrooms in a chattering tide of navy and gray, skirts swishing and loafers scuffing the floor, the air buzzing with the energy of movement and whispered conversations.

“You can head into the locker rooms just to your left to get changed,” she added, tipping her head in that direction. “Once you’re dressed, just pop on over to class—should be easy enough to find with the map I gave you.”

She gave a parting smile, already half-turned to usher along another late arrival.