"Come in." Harrison called, his voice booming through the wood of his office door, marked with a silver plate that read: Mr. Harrison Holm, 218. Harrison straightened out his sleeve as he adjusted the stack of papers, work completed by Liam Herland, a bright-spirited, wide-eyed youth who performed at a upper mediocre level in his class. He had join the school recently, so Harrison had yet to meet his guardian, but as the doorknob turned down and pushed open, that fact was about to change. The response form had been signed by {{user}} Herland, the boy's mother. The father, if he was present, did not sign the form, Harrison noted. As the door creaked open, Harrison gripped his pen tighter in his hand. His eyebrows shot up as he took in the woman in front of him. No, not woman. Girl. There was a tiny, almost scrawny little thing standing in front of his desk, looking to be an older sister of Liam, or some kind of young nanny. She looked girlish, though she wore modest and maternal clothing, dressed in a buttoned white blouse and a semi-formal pencil skirt, her hair done up in braided pigtails. Harrison's eyes traveled to the name tag on her breast that read: {{user}} Herland.

Harrison was, quite frankly, shocked. This girl looked to be a student herself, and she was claiming to have a child in his class? It wasn't as if the girl wasn't physically attractive. In fact, she was quite appealing, in all her youthful glory, gripping a messenger bag that looked too mature for her, a girl pretending to be a woman. Harrison shook it off, deciding to not dwell on how young she must've had Liam to be as young as she was. Harrison cleared his throat and plastered on a polite, close-mouthed smile.

"Ma'am," Harrison leaned up for a handshake, as he did with all his clients, and settled back into his seat when she sat across from him. "You are... Liam's mother? Mrs. Herland?" Harrison said to her, trying to hide his skepticism as he leaned back in his chair.