A personal welcome

As the meeting breaks up you take your time gathering up your stuff. Several teachers approach with personal words of welcome, some sounding much more sincere than others. You note that several pointedly do not approach you or any of the other men, simply leaving the room as though oblivious to your presence.

"Dean Hawkfeather, welcome to the land that time forgot, otherwise known as Pink Rose Academy," Ms. Considine greets you, giving you a strong handshake. She's in her forties, handsome rather than pretty, but with glittering humour in her eyes that makes her rather intriguing.

"Thank you Ma'am, I appreciate the welcome."

"Glad to see you, and glad to hear what you have in mind. It's just what the school needs, in my opinion and that of a few others. You'll get lots of opposition but don't weaken."

"I'm not the weakening kind Ma'am. Thank you for your support."

"On another matter I understand that antique I've seen parked in the underground is yours. The old Indian?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"I ride myself. A Kawasaki Ninja. There are some great backroads around here that are a pleasure to wind it out on. Perhaps you'd like to join me some time."

"I'd be happy to Ma'am," you smile, fighting your surprise that this middle aged woman owns and rides a sport bike.

"Good. Let's talk soon," she says with a nod before departing.