[center][b]Freija[/b][/center]

[i]How ridiculously irresponsible of me.[/i]

A certain elven teacher woke with a cranky demeanour and a loud moan to assert her presence too. Her head was killing. Too much to drink, that hadn't happened many times before but it still did happen often enough to make her no stranger to what a hangover felt like though she never seemed to get accustomed to it. Luckily, her elven origins allowed her recovery quicker than humans, but not nearly as fast as any other races particularly fond of alcohol. Struggling to even sit up, she rolled around a little, pulled the covers over her head and murmured indiscernible words and phrases to herself. Some about magic, some about wanting to go home, some about how early it is in the morning. After fumbling around to try and kill an alarm, realising the thrumming was coming from the church bells that rang seven times, she tried to count in her haze, and grab a glass of water from the desk beside her and take a swig, she finally sat up and looked around. She didn't remember even making it to her room in the middle of the night, but she was here, somehow. Magically? Naw. Someone, or a group of people, probably had to carry her here. Irresponsible, irresponsible. Especially for a teacher, needing to set an example! 

"Mmh, I'll make it right today." she groaned as she got herself out of bed and downed some more water herself, unaware that in the students' dorms a building across, the lad from earlier she'd had a silent conversation with had done the same thing. And by the time she was done showering, thankful that the teachers' accommodation had much more to offer than the dorms, she'd felt a world of good. She checked her schedule whilst she brushed out her wet hair and let it fall over her shoulder, creating a light breeze in the palm of her hands to help it dry faster. There was a class to be taught in the morning, followed by another before a break of about 45 minutes long where students could retire to dorms, or feel free to explore the school grounds. She had very much planned on doing the latter, hearing of the riding facilities offered. Classes were about an hour long each so she'd be done soon. Lovely. 

Donning her riding boots, a pair of cream breeches and a tunic in deep red, she put on her cloak and smirked a little at the contrast in colours. She looked quite multicoloured, to say the least, but it didn't bother her. She wore what she felt the most comfortable in. She knew it'd be an asset in a class scenario. Fixing up her hair in a bun held with some pins and putting the ring on, she grabbed her glasses and teaching material before making her way out the door, elven ears twitching and the blood warm in her cheeks at new promise. She found the class she was assigned and set her things down on the table. Mostly books, always books. She actually cracked one open and furiously scribbled down what she'd learnt and discerned of the undead man the day before. It was an interesting race indeed, she couldn't afford to forget anything. Knowledge was all power. 

Setting up her material on her desk neatly and making sure everything was right, she'd never admit to minor OCD tendencies but they were very much there, she sat down in her seat with the rectangular frames resting on her nose as she thought up a warm greeting speech. She'd gotten everything else done with, the lesson plan, what not. Ease them into the course. But she hadn't planned on a greeting speech, and though she thought of scribbling it down, she knew it would be for naught. She just had to make one up, in her head, and hope it floated their boats.