Try to smooth the ruffled feathers

"Perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot," you say to the shy librarian. "I'm just trying to gather information, and I'm sorry if I came on a bit strong just now. My apologies. I didn't mean to upset you."

She looks at you uncertainly, as if awaiting some new statement that will dismay her. "I just don't agree with physical punishment Dean Hawkfeather," she says quietly, but more firmly than you expect. "I find it distasteful, and I don't think it works."

"Well, I'll take the matter up with Headmistress Naylor," you answer, trying to soothe the situation. "This is an impressive library," you add as you gesture to the room.

"It is a very old collection. One of the best of it's size," Ms. Wilder says quietly, her eyes still wary. "We're very proud of it."

"For good reason," you smile, seeing her look down again, avoiding your eyes. "I'd like to..."

"ALICE?" A high-pitched voice interrupts you as it cuts through the somber silence of the library. "Hey girl, get your pretty ass out here, I'm hungry!" Ms. Wilder can't hide the blush rising in her cheeks and before she can respond, a curvy blonde with a golden tan wearing tight-fitting jeans and a light blue t-shirt skids to an awkward halt when she that her friend is not alone.

The newcomer and you look at each other in surprise, recognition dawning in both of your faces.

It's Monica Fulton, the language teacher you were fucking in your rooms only a few hours ago.