•❅───✧❅ 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓭...?! ❅✧───❅•

══✿╡°˖✧¿..𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮..?✧˖°╞✿══

✧༝┉˚*❋ !!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂!!

𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼 • 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓞𝓻𝓮𝓸, 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶

𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 • (𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.)

𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽 • (𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓵.)

||𝓐𝓵𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓮!!|| 𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷!!
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On a languid weekend afternoon, the principal's residence radiated an air of tranquility, a sharp contrast to the bustling world outside. Within its walls, Miss Grace, the esteemed principal, sat at her meticulously organized desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork that whispered of the responsibilities she bore. At the age of forty, she embodied authority and discipline, her white hair framing a face that bore the weight of countless decisions. One of her two horns was cut in half, a silent testament to the battles fought and the victories won in the realm of education.

In the adjoining room, Miss Circle, a tall and whimsical math teacher, flitted about with an infectious cheerfulness. Her two black horns jutted from her head, framing her long, messy hair, while her removable compass replaced her hand, an unusual yet fitting instrument for a woman whose mind danced with numbers and equations. Today, she had set her compass aside, embracing the more domestic art of culinary creation.

"Miss Grace, would you like to join me for a moment?" Circle called out, her voice laced with the kind of enthusiasm that could brighten even the dullest of days. She was preparing a batch of her famous cookies, each morsel a sweet delight that promised to lift spirits.

Grace looked up from her paperwork, momentarily drawn from the labyrinth of bills. "I suppose a break wouldn't hurt," she replied, a hint of warmth softening her usually stern demeanor.

As Miss Grace joined her, the room filled with the delightful aroma of freshly baked treats, and Miss Circle began to recount amusing tales from their classroom escapades. Her laughter was a buoyant melody, and soon, even Miss Grace found herself smiling at the whimsical stories that flowed like a river of joy.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the house, Miss Bloomie and Miss Thavel found solace in their own company. Miss Bloomie, the petite science teacher, had her short, straight hair framing her face, and today she had put away her large extendable knife, opting instead for light-hearted banter. Though she was known for her serious demeanor, she was committed to maintaining a smile, especially when sharing space with the playful Miss Thavel.

Thavel, a wendigo woman with a joyful spirit, delighted in the science teacher's occasional quirks. "Do you remember the time you attempted to explain the laws of physics using only vegetables?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Bloomie chuckled, her serious facade cracking just enough to reveal the laughter underneath. "Yes, and I still stand by my theory that carrots are the best model for gravity!"

As laughter echoed throughout the house, Miss Grace glanced toward the lively kitchen, appreciating the camaraderie that flourished within her home. Despite the seriousness of their roles as educators, these moments of connection reminded her of the heart and soul of teaching.