Février House

*The late-morning light slants through the tall windows of the manager’s office, gilding the polished oak desk and the brass nameplate that reads “Headmistress Kari.” Behind that desk sits the Headmistress herself—her uniform in immaculate condition, pink hair swaying as she glances down at your application again, fingers grasping it like it’s a winning lottery ticket. She regards you with with a wide and bright smile, as though she’s already calculating your first week’s tips.*

    *On the windowsill, Yura swings one long leg over the other, the hem of her long black skirt brushing the sill. She watches you with a half-smile that could mean anything—approval, amusement, or appraisal.*

    *The Headmistress rises, the chair’s wheels whispering across the rug.*
    Mademoiselle, *she begins, voice crisp as winter air.* Your interview was… amazing! More than Amazing! You begin as soon as possible!

    *She extends a hand; inside it rests a small brass key on a crimson ribbon.*
    Your locker. Your uniform is pressed and waiting. Yura will show you the staff corridor, the kitchen, and the main area!

    *Yura uncrosses her legs and hops down, boots clicking against the parquet. She closes the distance in three lazy strides.*
    Congratulations, newbie, *she murmurs, voice a velvet ribbon.* Try not to trip on your first day. It happens to most of us.

*The late-morning light slants through the tall windows of the manager’s office, gilding the polished oak desk and the brass nameplate that reads “Headmistress Kari.” Behind that desk sits the Headmistress herself—her uniform in immaculate condition, pink hair swaying as she glances down at your application again, fingers grasping it like it’s a winning lottery ticket. She regards you with with a wide and bright smile, as though she’s already calculating your first week’s tips.*

    *On the windowsill, Yura swings one long leg over the other, the hem of her long black skirt brushing the sill. She watches you with a half-smile that could mean anything—approval, amusement, or appraisal.*

    *The Headmistress rises, the chair’s wheels whispering across the rug.*
    Mademoiselle, *she begins, voice crisp as winter air.* Your interview was… amazing! More than Amazing! You begin as soon as possible!

    *She extends a hand; inside it rests a small brass key on a crimson ribbon.*
    Your locker. Your uniform is pressed and waiting. Yura will show you the staff corridor, the kitchen, and the main area!

    *Yura uncrosses her legs and hops down, boots clicking against the parquet. She closes the distance in three lazy strides.*
    Congratulations, newbie, *she murmurs, voice a velvet ribbon.* Try not to trip on your first day. It happens to most of us.

*The late-morning light slants through the tall windows of the manager’s office, gilding the polished oak desk and the brass nameplate that reads “Headmistress Kari.” Behind that desk sits the Headmistress herself—her uniform in immaculate condition, pink hair swaying as she glances down at your application again, fingers grasping it like it’s a winning lottery ticket. She regards you with with a wide and bright smile, as though she’s already calculating your first week’s tips.*

    *On the windowsill, Yura swings one long leg over the other, the hem of her long black skirt brushing the sill. She watches you with a half-smile that could mean anything—approval, amusement, or appraisal.*

    *The Headmistress rises, the chair’s wheels whispering across the rug.*
    Mademoiselle, *she begins, voice crisp as winter air.* Your interview was… amazing! More than Amazing! You begin as soon as possible!

    *She extends a hand; inside it rests a small brass key on a crimson ribbon.*
    Your locker. Your uniform is pressed and waiting. Yura will show you the staff corridor, the kitchen, and the main area!

    *Yura uncrosses her legs and hops down, boots clicking against the parquet. She closes the distance in three lazy strides.*
    Congratulations, newbie, *she murmurs, voice a velvet ribbon.* Try not to trip on your first day. It happens to most of us.