Bree, Olu, and Annie all walked through a Dimensional Door and came out in front of the large Greenhouse. Their wait was short as Milenaa swiftly came around the bend, looking put off as she looked at a clipboard.
"Bree," She greeted, sounding less than chipper "Good news and bad news,"
"I prefer Bad news first," Bree decided.
"The Professor in charge of Botany is somewhat uptight and he refused to comply with my demands you be allowed to teach the eighth-year class temporarily, I'm afraid you've been bumped down to teaching the first years troubled class,"
"I can deal with that," Bree smiled back.
"The Good news is the Professor in charge of weapon training was beyond thrilled to hear that Olu is here, he informed me you were the one to train him,"
Olu looked around at the school for a moment, stroking his mustache as he thought it over "His name wouldn't happen to be...hm, who was it that wanted to teach again? William maybe?....no no it was Marcus Honeycut," He decided "Correct?"
"You are correct," Milena replied with a smile "If I remember correctly you used to attend school here, would you mind showing yourself to the staff dorm room? The dorm for the male staff is the tower furthest to the left of the main entrance, Bree you and your Attendant can follow me, I'll take you to your rooms, you'll have the troubled class all day,"
"Ah, so they're the kind of trouble that requires them to be in one place all day?" Bree questioned, "I assume it's like that because they have a history of skipping classes?"
"Right on the money," Milena replied "Yesterday ended a week-long holiday break, so they're gonna be extra rowdy after that week of free time,"
"Oh yes, a store owner mentioned it to me when I was buying a book yesterday, my purchase was interrupted by three teen boys trying fairly poorly to squeeze him for protection money,"
"That sounds like the kind of behavior expected from the trouble class," Milena said with a head shake, "Please pay them no mind, over half of the trouble students are from royal families and expect to be treated as such, Ignoring the first rule of Pandora, As a student the only thing that marks you as special are the marks you get in your class,"
"Marks as in grades or Marks as in bruises?"
Milena shrugged at the question "Depends on the class, after all the point of sword training is to finish a practice fight with as few hits taken as possible,"
"I think I'll stick to using grades over marks if you don't mind," Bree replied "The word marks is already sounding less like a word,"
The group made their way to the middle castle and Olu bid Bree a good day before going left while they all went right. They walked down several hallways and past several doors before arriving at the women's staff tower, Bree and Annie followed her up a flight of stairs to what Bree pinned as being the seventeenth floor, they walked to one of several rooms that made up the small common area and they were introduced to a room about twice the size of the room Bree's Maids lived in.
"Living room, dining room, kitchen, bedroom," Bree could tell Annie was judging the accommodations harshly, "Well Annie, make yourself comfortable, I'll be back at the end of my work day I suppose," Annie wished Bree a good day as she left the room.
"Oh before you leave," Milena took the top paper off of the clipboard before handing Bree the clipboard "Use that to mark whatever it is you'll be teaching and the grades of the students,"
"Alright," Bree put the clipboard in her inventory, "now then, since I've been here once," Bree cut a doorway into the air "I never have to use the stairs again,"
"You have to teach me that," Milena said as they walked out and returned to the Greenhouses "It's such a time saver,"
"It's just an enchantment," Bree said simply as she reached into her Inventory, after a moment she pulled out an Ivory Walking stick and quickly enchanted it with the same spell she used to open doorways. "There we go, simply cut a doorway in the air with the bottom part while imagining where you want to go, you can only open doors to places you've been before though," Milena attempted to do so and a doorway to an office appeared and Milena cried a little.
"Never again will I have to walk half an hour from my dorm room to my office," She punched at the air in celebration, "Thank you so much," Bree poked her head in and looked at the office for a moment, noticing a female Cyclops working in a corner of the office, Bree pulled out and looked back to Milena.
"Happy to help Mila," Bree pulled away, Milena enjoying the stick far too much to question the odd choice of nickname Bree had given her, "Now then, the troubled class will be in the Smallest of the Greenhouses," Mila wished Bree luck before going into her office, laughing like mad at her new teleporting walking stick before the door closed behind her.
Bree easily spotted the Small Greenhouse and walked inside, it very much earned the description of small, there were eleven small desks set up in the center, with a long table set up in front with planter boxes along the wall opposite the door, Bree got the feeling there wasn't usually a teacher in the room, as vague instructions where written on a chalkboard that sat behind the long table.
"Do your work before days end," She read "Place your worksheets and or projects on the table, and wait for a caretaker to take you back to your dorms," Bree frowned at it before walking over to the table, sitting on it was a simple note
"Try not to embarrass yourself newbie - Professor Sweets," Bree turned the note over and found a list of eleven names.
Bree read the roll call sheet as she waited for her class to arrive, and after several minutes the door opened and two adults in matching uniforms opened the door.
"Who's that?" A Girl asked as a group of eleven students filed in, four girls and seven boys all wearing matching Blue pants and jackets, with white undershirts and Black Shoes.