Maven gave The Brash Devil a look that would have suggested exasperation if it wasn't tinged with fondness, "You shouldn't be doing that anyway." Rolling her eyes she gestured to the seats, "Why don't we compromise and sit in the middle?" Before he can even say anything she begins making her way there and chooses a seat.
Before she sat down she took out a couple of packages. A couple of wrapped tins of biscuits and loose jasmine tea leaves. She hoped the professor was alright with jasmine tea. She walked to the front and was about to place them at the lectern when she noted the fungal bouquet. She raised an eyebrow at the message, then not wanting her gift to be mixed with this bit of passive aggression she opted instead to put it on the chalk shelf on the bottom of the chalk board before walking back. The attached note read:
"Thank you for the opportunity to learn the Correspondence. I look forward to learning from you and improving on my knowledge. I hope these gifts are an acceptable show of gratitude, and I hope you have a good day."
She hadn't signed the note, she didn't want the professor to think she was trying to curry favor before the class even began. She simply wanted to express her gratitude that this class was available.
Learning the Correspondence on her own had been an arduous process. Even having a devil companion only made it marginally easier. She distinctly remembered the time she tried to ask him the difference between two symbols and he gave her a look before saying, "What are you talking about? This is this symbol, and that is that symbol, they don't look the same at all how can you get them mixed up?" It was a good reminder that knowing something didn't necessarily make you a good teacher of it.
Making her way back, she sat down, removed her bonnet and shawl to set beside her bag, and began to take out all she needed for note taking, also reaching in her bag and popping a humbug in her mouth. The sharp taste of peppermint seemed to help her focus, or perhaps it was just in her mind, either way it couldn't hurt.
Re: Before Class
Before she sat down she took out a couple of packages. A couple of wrapped tins of biscuits and loose jasmine tea leaves. She hoped the professor was alright with jasmine tea. She walked to the front and was about to place them at the lectern when she noted the fungal bouquet. She raised an eyebrow at the message, then not wanting her gift to be mixed with this bit of passive aggression she opted instead to put it on the chalk shelf on the bottom of the chalk board before walking back. The attached note read:
"Thank you for the opportunity to learn the Correspondence. I look forward to learning from you and improving on my knowledge. I hope these gifts are an acceptable show of gratitude, and I hope you have a good day."
She hadn't signed the note, she didn't want the professor to think she was trying to curry favor before the class even began. She simply wanted to express her gratitude that this class was available.
Learning the Correspondence on her own had been an arduous process. Even having a devil companion only made it marginally easier. She distinctly remembered the time she tried to ask him the difference between two symbols and he gave her a look before saying, "What are you talking about? This is this symbol, and that is that symbol, they don't look the same at all how can you get them mixed up?" It was a good reminder that knowing something didn't necessarily make you a good teacher of it.
Making her way back, she sat down, removed her bonnet and shawl to set beside her bag, and began to take out all she needed for note taking, also reaching in her bag and popping a humbug in her mouth. The sharp taste of peppermint seemed to help her focus, or perhaps it was just in her mind, either way it couldn't hurt.