A possibility within the List_of_Sin
“... Well, your results, including scores, feedback, and grade all look fantastic, sure. But I would not see why you would want to teach here, and not a more prestige school. You clearly demonstrate the character for such opportunities. Not to mention the fact that student behavior being one sticking point would make you desire this position. There are students with reputations that behavior becomes a problem with. Not to discourage your passion.”
“I appreciate your concerns, but there will be no issue. While I may seem overqualified, my only desire is to teach students of a gifted nature. Behavior is something that can be ironed out. Talent is not something lost or gained in the process.”
“I understand, but surely higher level schools would contain the kind of talent you seek.”
“The status of the school does not directly correlate with the talent levels. Some higher schools are more programming, rather than here where the gifted flourish naturally.”
“I see your point. Well, I believe our business is done. You will begin with the new school year. We look forward to having you, miss Ami Cordelia.”
Ami Cordelia, commonly known as Ms. Cordelia, is a name well known to both students and staff. To the students, she is a figure of authority like none other. Her classes are always perfect, timely, and her methods precise, clean, and powerful. The difficulty in the class fluctuated, but it never fails to teach. To the staff, her results are irregular, and astonishing. While records are not perfect, clear demonstration of the learning material is always shown from her students. She has also never taken a sick day, or even a single day off besides the holidays and summer. Her knowledge base is varied as are her lessons. Her field focus is science, with material in physics, biology, chemistry, and even astrology.
Some teachers and staff think she’s some sort of anomaly, or does something that may even be illegal. But nothing solid is put on her, and accusations are often dismissed. Cordelia cannot be particularly wealthy, at least not wealthy enough to pressure counsels into letting her go. But some feel there is something she is hiding. Cordelia does not mind, and even understands the worries, and keeps an almost regal appearance and tone. And she’s not against any side, often open to suggestions and talks, and offering her own insights. A beat is never missed, an opportunity never wasted. Cordelia can only be described as perfection.
That just isn’t in her skill either. Her looks are also vibrant. Her hair is a long, wavy chestnut brown reaching shoulder length. Her eyes are a very light, sparkling shade of pink. Her lip gloss paints her lips much the same, shiny, faded pink. Her fair skin is a pristine, flush peach. Her body reaches five foot and nearly ten inches in height. Curvature is a dainty hourglass, with a perky impressive chest and lush soft hips and thighs. Her attire consists of cyan droplet looking earrings and a small choker around her neck for decoration. A dark brown leather jacket that hides a deep navy tank top and undershirt. Her bottom half has a white, belted flat skirt that hugs her waist. Long, thigh high leggings reach up to pass her skirts length. Her feet tap along with black heels, and her hands reach out with black leather gloves. She often carries a dark brown leather book back with the letter ‘H” imprinted in gold.
Her small steps were like thunder to students. The way they clack on the harder floors were soft, yet imposing all the same. It wasn’t fear that commanded respect for Ms. Cordelia though. Something about her, her aura, her presence, her ability was something only held once in a generation. She opened the door to her first class, the bell about to ring for her newest set of students. She has taught for one full year now, and it was time to repeat the cycle again with new students for new periods. The bell rings, and the magic begins.
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After an excellent biology lesson with Dax_Newdon, Cordelia has found to be slightly addicted to the entrails of his naga form. she looks forward to more lessons, even if said lessons aren't really lessons at all. Of course, this includes all of his biology, not just his snake guts as well.