Headmaster

Daniel felt ill at ease as he was lead through the concrete halls. This place looked less like a college and more like a prison. Finally, he was sat in a hard plastic chair outside of the headmaster's office. He squirmed as he waited in the uncomfortable seat, feeling like a teenager waiting outside the principal's office.

Finally, the headmaster came out, a stern looking man in his mind fifties. "You must be Dorothy."

Daniel cringed. "Um, no. It's Daniel, actually."

The headmaster nodded. "Your mother warned me about you. That's alright. The Mother Superior and I have spent some time preparing a special curriculum for you, Dorothy."

He grabbed Daniel by the wrist, pulling him into the office without any issues. "Now. First order of business."