The initial post should give some indication of the mood. The plot is far to convoluted for me to explain in a nutshell so....
If you're interested either PM me or reply to this thread and we can talk details =). And just as a heads up I will be going on vacation this Thursday the 22nd until Sept 2 so I likely won't be making any posts in that time as I'll only have my phone with me.
Another day, just as any other Mrs. Victoria Beynon sits before her dressing table lamenting the grey hairs that had sprung up seemingly overnight in her thick mass of otherwise brown wavy locks. It was only two of them that she could see and at 42 she ought to have expected them to come. But she hadn't. At least not yet. Her brow furrowing, she contemplates them for only a scant few seconds before reaching up and plucking them from her scalp and tossing them in the waste bin beside her table. A trip to the hairdresser was in order. She'd call up and make an appointment for noon. There was no way she could possibly greet the fresh batch of students arriving the next day with any hint of grey in her hair.
While not exceedingly beautiful by any traditional standards, an unattractive woman Mrs. Beynon was not. But even as she studies her reflection, tugging lightly at the corners of her eyes, the lines around them seeming deeper than the day before, the woman scowls. 'Crow's feet.' And the circles beneath her eyes made her look 'haggard'. Both of the words scream through her head. It was completely unacceptable. The circles she could deal with herself. A little more cold cream in the evening, a heavier touch of concealer. But the crow's feet had her in a panic.
Perhaps the doctor would have some suggestion. Just thinking of him a sudden sense of calmness falls over her. A serene smile forming on her face as she takes up her brush and begins smooth back her hair, styling it into her usual fashion and finger-curling it so every piece fell perfectly into place before setting it with a generous dose of hairspray. Just thinking of the doctor but her mind at ease. He would know what to do surely. In manners such as this he always did seem to. Perhaps a quick little procedure. A little cut here, a little stitch there and all would be well once again.
"Oh yes, Sebastion will have the answer," Her smile softens, and a glint of something undefinable flickers in her eyes. Whatever thoughts inappropriate or otherwise she had of the young doctor were hers and hers alone and there alone now in her room she relished them. Knowing he was in her employ and readily available whenever she needed his advice or even simply a strong shoulder to lean upon, was enough to give her the confidence she needed to make it through the day. Mr. Sebastion Lefevre was nothing shy of genius in Victoria's eyes. But there was something else there between them that remained unspoken. At least on her side of things there was something. A special bond between them whether real or imagined. Victoria felt it and she was so very sure Sebastion felt it too. But she Victoria Beynon was after all a married woman. Anything beyond friendship between them was out of the question. She had of course her husband to think about.
A husband about which there was much speculation among the community when he'd gone missing. As the Beynon's Finishing School for Girls in upstate New York had been run by both husband and wife until only just two years before when Mrs. Beynon had become the sole proprietor, there had been talk that Mr. Beynon had taken on a new business venture on the west coast, California, Washington State oven overseas. Other had surmised perhaps a mistress was involved. The stories ran the gamut from the benign to lurid tales of infidelity. Mrs. Beynon of course just let them speculate. She knew her duty as a wife and she filled her role to perfection. In fact, she strived for perfection in every detail of her day to day life. If her husband was unsatisfied she no longer believed it was through any fault of her own.
No. As much as she felt the guilt of denying Sebastion the affection she so believed he desired from her, any semblance of inappropriate behavior between them was most definitely 'out of the question.' But she smiles inwardly, convinced the man's heart ached for her as much as hers ached for him.
One last look in her mirror, and a dab at the corner of her mouth with a facial tissue where her lipstick had smudged ever so slightly and she was ready to head downstairs to her office where the transcripts of her students awaited her review.
It was not long after that Mrs. Beynon was sitting her desk, dressed in a blue tweed suit with a jacket that nipped in slightly at her waist and a simple A-line skirt, along with pair of stockings and conservative black pumps and a brooch on the jacket lapel finishing off her ensemble.
Of the dozen files that sit before her, Victoria moves eleven of them off to the left, keeping them in a neat pile as she takes up the twelfth. Of course she'd been through them before. All of them and a good many times over the summer as she made the preparations for classes, deciding which areas each of the girls needed the most instruction in. But there was one girl in the mix that seemed to give her some cause for concern and the frown upon her brow deepens. Detention after detention after detention...
Clicking her tongue in disapproval she continues to read on. 'Swearing and general disruption of classroom activity', page after page of it. "So unbecoming a young lady," Again she clicks her tongue. This Heather Nowakowski was going to be a handful she was sure. But there was going to be no disruption of her classrooms. And if there was there was going to be hell to pay.
Setting aside for the moment the school transcripts, she turns her attention instead to the application which had been filled out by her parents, paying special attention to their reason for requesting her admission. If Mrs. Beynon had thought the girls lack of social graces within the classroom had been lacking, now she'd decided her entire attitude needed quite an adjustment. Never minding the general lack of respect she seemed to have for parental rules, the thing that stood out among her parents comments was one word. Boys. The girl was boy crazy. Mrs. Beynon intended to nip that problem in the bud.