It was a frosty, autumnal morning as you stepped out onto the pavement from the cab and stared up at the iron-wired gates above. You had only recently moved to Jericho a couple of months ago and found difficulty finding a job, with the only availability being at Nevermore Academy. You hadn't heard much about Nevermore - only that it was a school full of outcasts and that Jericho's wider population kept their distance from the school. Despite this information, you had just arrived for a job interview.
The gates swung open as you tipped the driver before making your way to the entrance. The grounds of the school were more prominent than you'd initially anticipated. They lay home to bundles of flowers which you had an idea that was their idea of making the place not look as gloomy. Statues stood in the courtyard of what you presumed to be important figures associated with the school. You felt eyes staring at you as you gently walked up the steps, toward the front door. You looked up - which you suppose was out of instinct or gut feeling to discover a blonde woman looking down at you. Her presence was truly spectacular - even from where you stood. She radiated brilliance and dominant energy. You had a feeling she was important.
You were directed upstairs. As you followed the winding staircase, you passed individuals presumed to be students. They appeared to just be normal children so you were clueless as to why people were afraid and chose to keep their distance. You headed along a corridor until you found the office you had been advised to go to. It read "PRINCIPAL LARISSA WEEMS" in bold lettering. You knocked on the door, hesitantly. "Come in" a voice called. You twisted the knob and stepped inside to be pleasantly surprised that it was the woman you had seen before - the blonde lady in the window. She was sitting at the desk, her arms folded as she looked you up and down hungrily.
"Y/N is it?" She smiled widely. She was even more remarkable face-to-face. "Y-yes" you stuttered, closing the door behind you. "I am Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy," she said, greeting you as she shook your hand from across the desk. Her hair was a platinum blonde colour. It looked even more luminous within the natural light. Each feature was chiseled so perfectly that you felt yourself being slightly jealous of the older woman that sat before you. Your hair was black. It did not luminate within the light, nor were your features chiseled. Her eyes were clear blue where yours were not. She truly was something out of this world. "I see you are here about the teaching position" She pondered, remaining in eye contact as you fiddled with your thumbs on the desk. "I am" you replied, sitting upright to seem switched on. "First normie teacher in - oh god knows how long" she smiled, flicking through her files but not taking her eyes off you for a second. "Normie?" you questioned as you were snapped out of your daydream. "A term we used for anyone who isn't an outcast" she replied. "So, what draws you to Nevermore Miss Y/N" she said.
Your eyes fell to her hands. Her nimble fingers were full of rings. Skin that looked so soft but was heavily veined. Her nails were painted red, cut ever so short. "Miss Y/N?" she questioned, as you suddenly snapped back to reality. "So sorry I happened to get a little distracted" you smiled, feeling yourself flush a familiar shade of raspberry red. "Is that so?" she grinned, before quickly realizing what she was there to do. "Shall we proceed with the interview?" she asked, as you nodded quickly in response. "Just a few legal boring bits to get out of the way first" she added.
"Name?"
"Y/N Auclair" you replied.
"French?" she asked.
"Not me, my grandparents are" you replied.
"and your Date of Birth?" she asked, plucking a quill from the jar that sat neatly on top of her desk before dipping it into a dark ink and scrawling your answers on a fresh parchment.
"5th January 1996," you said, peering over at what she was writing.
"That makes you... let's see. 26 years and 11 months"
"Correct" you replied.
"Oh to be that young..." she smiled, before turning the page to a fresh set of new questions. She filled and you answered them with no hesitation before turning to the final question. "Now, back to my original question.. what brings you to Nevermore Academy," she asked. Your mind went blank. You knew you couldn't respond with the typical 'i need money' argument for that was the same situation for any normal person in America. "I like a challenge" you replied. "Oh is that so? I admire girls who don't tire easily" she whispered. "You remind me very much of my old roommate, Tish. She for one never tired easily" she smiled, closing the file as it soon faded. "Well Y/N I think you're the perfect candidate for the job" she added. "When can you start?" You left the room, thanking Principle Weems for her hospitality and kindness before heading back to your apartment which nested on the outskirts of Jericho. You were right about one thing - she had an alluring presence that was even stronger in person. She was a powerful woman which you admired and you couldn't wait to get started. Questions pondered on your mind as you left. How quickly you were accepted with no real experience was one of them but also about Larissa. She was a peculiar woman and you felt that there was more to her than what originally met the eye and this filled you with excitement. Excitement about what was to come tomorrow and the following weeks ahead.
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hey loves. this is kind of just a test to see how I feel about writing about someone who isn't Helena <3 thanks so much xxx
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Larissa
FanfictionY/N has newly accepted a job role at Nevermore Academy, a school which nurtures outcasts. There, she meets Larissa, an older woman who is head of the school.
