You treat me just like a stranger
I best be on my way out

Another day in the academy pulling students apart when they fought or catching the pranksters. Lately it could be said that the dean's temper was black. Patience? He was supposed to be a rather patient man with his students but he sure as heck hadn't been lately. For whatever reason? Ambroise Lavalle refused to say to just about anyone. Well, anyone. Friend, foe, trusted or not. Sure he kept his humor and flamboyant tendencies but lately not so much of his patience. Today was no exception. Today it seemed worse then ever. A muscle next to his eye seemed to be constantly twitching. A few of the younger students ran past him in the hallways. Instead of yelling after them to stop running he just sighed and pushed his glasses up onto his head and rubbed his eyes. It was going to be a long, long term, he could already feel it in his heart.

With a grunt, he moved forward. The stairs were nearby. Maybe he could just hide in his office for the rest of the day or something. That'd be nice. Maybe he would hide under his desk and nap until he found a suitable time to go home. That sounded really nice at this point. With a sigh he rubbed his temples and began the trek back to his office. Only this time he was stopped by one of the office workers. A meeting? Really? He groaned inwardly as he opened the door to his office. He really shouldn't let the workers let people into his office when he was making rounds. He let out as a sigh as he closed the door behind him and decided to speak. "What can I do for you today Mr....?" he trailed off. Oh crap. He hadn't bothered asking for his appointment's name from the woman who had spoken to him. Oh well.