"Welcome, my precious students!" the man announced, voice ringing through the Grand Hall with a flamboyant warmth that immediately cut through the tension in the air.
Some students flinched. A few seniors groaned softly under their breath.
Director Arven spread his arms dramatically, coat flaring like a stage performer. "Ah, look at you all! So young and so energetic!"
Arven placed a hand on his chest in mock sincerity. "Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Oh no, the director looks too good to be an educator.' And yes, you're right. But I assure you, I do work here."
"Okay that's enough introduction," the director said before he continued speaking.
"For those new to our dear institution, allow me to clarify something important. This is not a school for the privileged so learn to behave and follow the rules or pay the consequences of your actions."
Suddenly, to the new students' surprise, including Michael, the director's voice became particularly intimidating.
