Talking to Nurse Wulf

Taking a breath, you tap on the door of the nurse's office and enter. A pretty, black haired woman in a white uniform looks up at you with a curious smile.

"Can I help you? Dean Hawkfeather isn't it?" she says, rising from her desk and offering her hand. "I'm Madison Wulf, the nurse here."

"I came to see how Miss Vallon is doing."

"She's resting. I gave her a mild sedative. She should be fine after a rest. I understand that someone played a particularly ugly prank on her. Destroyed her favorite teddy bear?"

"Yes, that's right. Is there any chance I can speak to her? I'm trying to get to the bottom of this." She looks doubtful, a frown creasing her brow.

"I'd advise against it until she's rested. She was quite hysterical when she came in here." The pretty nurse nods thoughtfully. "Miss Vallon is rather high strung. Not an uncommon condition among the students here I'm afraid. On the other hand, some of these girls can be very mean. I asked Tiana to go tidy her room and remove all signs of the vandalism, so Chanel isn't triggered by seeing it again."

"That was a good idea. I don't think anyone needs more drama."

"If you'd like less drama, you're in the wrong place Dean Hawkfeather. You're going to see a lot more before the year is over. Some of these girls have an overdose of hormones, and not enough ways to work off their energy."

"Do they keep you pretty busy?"

"Mostly it's just minor stuff. Cramping, emotional outbursts, minor injuries. Some of them are on medication and I'm supposed to monitor that they're taking it. Occasionally there's something more serious, but most of the time it's quiet."

"When do you think Miss Vallon would be able to talk."

"I'd give her the afternoon to rest and compose herself. I'm sure if you spoke to her then it would be all right." She taps her pen against her lips and looks at you thoughtfully, a smile flickering on her lips.

"What is it, Nurse?" you ask, cocking your head curiously.

"Oh nothing. I'm being silly. I had heard stories; well, you know how young girls gossip."

"Ah. Is this the savage redskin rumor?"

She blushes deeply, obviously embarrassed. "I'm sorry Dean, I shouldn't have said anything."

"I've grown used to it," you shrug. "It only irritates me enough to haul out my scalping knife about once a week."

"Oh!" she squeaks, then laughs. "You're making a joke. I'm bad with jokes. One of my failings."

"We all have them," you smile. "One of mine is being persistent. Please let Miss Vallon know that I'd like to speak to her when she's up to it."

"I will. And perhaps you can have coffee with me some time. By way of me making apology for my tactlessness earlier."

"Be happy to," you smile as you open the door.

You step into the hallway, ignoring the clusters of students as you stride to your office. You're not hungry, but you want a little peace.

When you step into your office, you can see that peace and quiet is one thing you're not going to get. Rose Newton is there, standing before your desk. Holding the paddle in her hands and looking at you with contrite eyes.