Professor Liddel waited at the theatre hall of Teller University as new charges flowed in. Everyone had been given an all expenses paid ticket to Scandinavia as well as a limo ride to the school. Their possessions were being taken to the co-ed boarding house, leaving them to make their way from the front of the school to the theatre. Theodore stood before a podium, adjusting his notes up on stage. Sitting next to him on stage were other teachers and on the floor were cushioned chairs that were slowly filling up with students. Any student who was not new, as Tamers are placed into the university as soon at they graduate high school, were free to linger or listen in on the information they already knew. Classes would start in two days, giving everyone ample time to become acclimated.
Edith was among the few students who stayed in the theatre to listen to the opening lecture. Mainly because, what else was there for her to do? She spent the summer in Egypt with her mother and had returned only hours ago. She was jet lagged but she was changing rooms so she could not sleep yet and the library was closed for cleaning. At the very least, she assumed she could catch a cat nap while the headmaster discussed the do's and don'ts of TU. She crept up the stares to the balcony seats and looked over the edge to the stage. Only a soft ripple of conversation disturbed the otherwise peaceful but grand room. With its vaulted ceilings and chandeliers, it was more of an opera house than a university theatre room. The air inside was stale, though this was to be expected, for the theatre got very little use throughout the year but it was clean enough and well kept to keep out the draft of the crisp, autumn air.
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Edith was among the few students who stayed in the theatre to listen to the opening lecture. Mainly because, what else was there for her to do? She spent the summer in Egypt with her mother and had returned only hours ago. She was jet lagged but she was changing rooms so she could not sleep yet and the library was closed for cleaning. At the very least, she assumed she could catch a cat nap while the headmaster discussed the do's and don'ts of TU. She crept up the stares to the balcony seats and looked over the edge to the stage. Only a soft ripple of conversation disturbed the otherwise peaceful but grand room. With its vaulted ceilings and chandeliers, it was more of an opera house than a university theatre room. The air inside was stale, though this was to be expected, for the theatre got very little use throughout the year but it was clean enough and well kept to keep out the draft of the crisp, autumn air.
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