Scenario #2

Under the gaze of the night sky, twinkling stars dispersed through the inky blackness, Carolyn assumed her position outside of the gates: as the clock had struck past 10, curfew duty had now begun. Carolyn, a long devoted votary of the Prometheus Academy, was put in charge of admonishing late-comers until 1am. It was a solitary duty and solitude itself was something that Carolyn had become quite familiar with. Over the epoch of her stay in the Academy, her authoritative and domineering attitude had ruffled many feathers and she found herself occupying the mental 'avoid' lists of several students.

Carolyn, being a sentient and nuanced being, could not possibly deny that the lack of company that marked her life was difficult. However, that same lack of company allowed her to reflect alone on beautiful nights like these. Although she had gotten used to it by now, she still treasured these moments of isolation where she could be alone with her thoughts. The infrequency of company also allowed her to appreciate company when it was present and prevented her from becoming completely socially inept.

However, the objective of the night was not to fraternise. She was not here to be the Saint guarding the pearly gates; that predisposition was to be assumed before curfew struck. Midnight portended the arrival of the mad and vicious three-headed dog, Cerberus, that guarded the gates to hell.

Chortling at her draconian imagination, she folded her arms and leaned back against the towering, ebony gates of the Academy, gazing intently at the horizon for stragglers ineluctably heading towards detention.