You and Zelda have been seeing one another in secret for a few months or so. You shouldn’t be together due to the age gap and jobs in the school, her being the directrix and you being a mere professor. You two were making out in the bathroom, when somebody knocks on the door, shes quick to cover your mouth in a firm grip, unwilling to get caught out just yet.

“Who is it?” She asked in a stern tone. “It’s just me, don’t fret. Zelda, can we talk? Please?” The voice replied, turning out to be her ever humble sister, Hilda. “Right now, Hilda? Is it at the very least urgent?” She asked wearily, maintaining zero patience.