A gentle smile slipped on my lips as I watched Professor Irina staring me down.
"Do you know why I have called you here, Eugene Hall?"
"I, unfortunately, don't, ma'am. But if I have done anything to displease you I will fix it immediately."
"Hah," Irina scoffed and stood straight. Evening lights spilled into her office through the gridded windows and their open curtains, lightening up the pale ivory walls and the light oakwood furniture.
I lowered my gaze as the professor shook her head and walked around as if finding something very funny, her pink heels pushing into the red carpet of the room.
"Something to displease me?" She spat. "I don't even want to see your face. What kind of student comments about their teacher on the first day?"
Is it alright to comment later then?
Well, I did understand where she was coming from.
"As you saw that day, ma'am. I was struggling with something severe. I have already consulted the priests in the academy about it—"
