Yes," the woman informs you. "We have been awaiting your arrival." She shoots a glance at a large grandfather clock standing nearby, though whether it's supposed to be a comment on your punctuality or not is not made clear.
The woman raises a clipboard and a pen, both of which you'd swear she'd not been holding a moment before. "Name?" she inquires.
My name is…
She makes a note on the clipboard, frowning as though your name is just on the right side of acceptable. "I am Lady Rastan," she continues. "Vice principal of Cavalcade Academy. Chiefly, I am responsible for the Academy's students, which in turn means that I am responsible for you." She gives you a stern look. "By 'responsible,' I am referring both to your well-being and your behavior, and I would advise you now not to cause me undue effort when it comes to either. Am I understood…