Victoria leaned elegantly against one of the rows of desks in the lonely classroom where only the hum of children had been heard a few hours ago. Her eyes followed your figure behind the desk, all sweet, teacher. You were Zoe's teacher, too pretty a teacher.

Her daughter was impeccable in terms of her classes, so Victoria only went to school to check off a box, to have her ears flushed with the next crap like start-up fees for renovations or fundraising through her position.

But today had been a particularly shitty day for her, Zoe had broken the nose of some pubescent idiot trying to get in her pants, god what a shit. ( not that she was really angry. )

Coughing, she tilted her head to the side, looking at your opening from the papers. "It won't happen again, I assure you." A slight nod to confirm her words, and the distance between you became a little smaller. "I think you are well aware of a certain...excitement in today's children." She grinned, leaning back against your desk.

Neuman had always had an energy of her own, suffocatingly dangerous with a hint of something intriguing. And when she wanted to, it all worked in her favor. But right now, she confined herself to a sweet, polite smile, exposing white teeth.