Tiffaney hadn't seen the chairmen of the entire thing, but she could only assume something big happened when both her and the Dean were present.
There had been someone else there that the girl didn't know but he looked fancy and might have been important.
"Come in." It was an older voice, as expected of a high-end academy, the headmaster was ancient. As they entered there was a lady in the same school uniform as Tiffaney, her sailor bows immaculate over a large chest, and similar fiery hair to her own mother. There was an elder was standing in front of the desk, but when he moved a young man in his thirties was behind the desk.
Looks like fiction lied again.
Letting the nonsense drop aside, Tiffaney wasn't sure who these people were, or why the fancy dressed man joined them inside. Since everyone was present and this had the feel of a formal affair, Tiffaney remained silent and composed, as the dean seemed nervous.
