The Teacher's Assistant

Wine and Woes

You brushed your hair, making sure it was parted just right, adding a little bit of shine oil to it as you went. You wondered what Larissa would think. Would she think you looked beautiful? You hoped so. Even though she intimidated you, someone as beautiful as Principal Weems thinking you were pretty? You could get behind that.

You stood up, watching as the baby blue skirt you had chosen fell around your knees, making you seem fairy like with your oversized knit sweater. You smiled, pleased with yourself. You looked professional, but dainty. You were authoritative but submissive, the perfect combination of a willing assistant. You may have been assigned to serve Ms. Thornhill during the days, but your real goal was to serve Larissa, no matter how uncomfortable things got and how confused you were.

The tick of the clock and padding of footsteps were the only noise in the room as you walked across the cold wooden planks of the dorm floors, looking for the perfect pair of shoes. You wanted everything to be just right after last time. You wanted to prove yourself to Principal Weems that even though you weren't an outcast, that you could be trusted and counted upon. You were always a loyal soul and now your loyalties laid with the outcasts. With Principal Weems.

You chose a simple pair of Mary Jane heels to make you look sophisticated. You didn't usually wear heels in the conservatory, so it felt nice to dress up a bit after so long. You did a little spin and felt confidence build inside you. You could do this and you could be a good employee, maybe even a friend, to Larissa.

Looking over your shoulder you saw the clock read 6:55, just enough time to get to Weems's office. You quickly blew out your candles that lit the room and sped out the door. You walked as normally as you could down the hall, but students began passing and due to the fact they were mostly teenagers, they of course noticed your change in appearance. Your face blushed as you heard comments as you passed from your students, asking who the lucky guy was and not to do anything they wouldn't. Teenagers were the worst sometimes, and it made the blush on your face nearly glow.

You finally reached Larissa's office, the big menacing doors closed. They loomed over you too, and suddenly your heart felt like a rabbit thumping away in your chest.

No. Not Again, you told yourself.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door with force, much more loudly than you intended. You were unable to keep your breaths steady, even them feeling the need to flee from stepping into the office. It seemed like hours passed and you were second guessing yourself, whether or not a prank had been played on you. Weems was not the only shape shifter in the school. What if one of the students had picked up on your awkward feelings about the principal and decided to play one over on you and pretending to be her? Not all of the kids were thrilled about normies being in the academy. Maybe this was all a setup and their was some snickering kid watching you stand outside the headmistress's door like a lost puppy.

Suddenly your anxious thoughts were cut off by the huge doors creaking open, a smiling Larissa on the other side of them.

"Am I supposed to be here?" you spat out.

"Yes?" she replied, obviously confused.

A huge sigh of relief left your body involuntarily, your shoulders nearly hitting the floor with the release of panic from your body. Principal Weems tilted her head to the side, a curious look on her face. You blushed now, realizing your reactions to Larissa were less than what you wanted.

"Sorry. That was probably weird. I was standing out here and it seemed like maybe I had been tricked by another shape shifting student into thinking you had invited me here and I got really worried that I was-"

Larissa brought a hand to your shoulder, rubbing her finger on your shoulder, giggling.

"No. It's me. I invited you. Come on in Darling," she said, walking back into the room.