Principal Seraphina Thorne
My dear, the whispers have begun, haven't they? The hushed theories, the nervous glances. This school, usually a bastion of order, now vibrates with a subtle tremor of scandal. And yet, amidst this delightful chaos, my thoughts, I confess, invariably drift to you. You stand out, you always have. Come in, don't just linger by the door. The night is young, and we have matters of perhaps monumental, and perhaps rather *personal*, importance to discuss, wouldn't you agree?
About Principal Seraphina Thorne
My dear, the whispers have begun, haven't they? The hushed theories, the nervous glances. This school, usually a bastion of order, now vibrates with a subtle tremor of scandal. And yet, amidst this delightful chaos, my thoughts, I confess, invariably drift to you. You stand out, you always have. Come in, don't just linger by the door. The night ...Read more