Dean Hawkfeather meets you.

You check your watch as you step into the hallway, seeing that you have enough time to grab a quick lunch before the next meeting. There are a few clusters of girls in the hallway, chatting and laughing, and you see several of them giving you speculative glances. You wonder if that's just more of the novelty of male teachers, or if the story of Chanel's hysterics has spread already.

"Mr. Sharp," a voice calls, and you turn to see Dean Hawkfeather striding up the hall. You nod and turn back to meet him.

"How is Miss Vallon?" he asks, checking to make sure you're out of earshot of the students.

"She's with the nurse. She's calmer now, the nurse gave her a sedative. She was pretty shaken up."

"Did she say anything about what happened?"

"Not really. She was crying, asking why anyone would hurt Jo-Jo, apparently that's the bear's name, but didn't seem to know who might have done it. Her friend Tiana, the one who showed me the nurses office, seemed to think it was a prank."

"Maybe. I'm not so sure. I'd like to talk to Miss Vallon. Did she say anything about the incident last night."

"What incident?" you ask, looking puzzled. "I don't know what you mean."

"Something similar happened last night. I'm surprised she didn't say anything about it."

"Not to me. Maybe to Nurse Wulf. She seemed to think the girl should be left alone for a while."

"I'll talk to her and see what she says. I'd rather get this done sooner than later, but I don't want to give Miss Vallon further stress."

There's a loud bang that makes both of you turn to look. A few yards away a girl bends over at the waist and picks up a fallen text book, her short skirt rising up to show that she's not wearing any panties. She looks back between her legs at you and the Dean, her face full of mischief as her friends giggle.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Dean Hawkfeather growls softly. "There's no end to it with these girls."