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Natalia had done it. She had passed an exam, one from a teacher she wasn't even all that familiar with. This thought--no, this realization hadn't quite settled in until the ghoul was passing through the threshold of the office doors, finding a seat nearer to the back.

It took her a while to leave her dorm room this morning. The little Pathling and all the new sprouts who had come about since her success clawing and whining relentlessly; begging for her to say in bed instead. But something important was going on today, something her minis would probably not understand. She was moving up, becoming a more notable figure within the school...or...well at least becoming a Knob and thus becoming a higher-up that the first year students might look to for guidance. And in some ways this upward movement for herself made Natalia feel different as well. Surely coming upon all of her fellow second year students with their new outfits and even sexier figures riled up the same sort of wants and urges from the monster as they had before...but she felt the need to be careful about her advances, perhaps a bit more mature about them?

Maybe it was just the feeling she got sitting in this office, in front of Arel despite his failure with the desk. Perhaps she didn't want to make a fool of herself just yet; not in the ways he had already accomplished. Coming into a room filled with changed individuals, those who may find her company well worth their time while others may be wary of her still...the monster leaned forward in her seat when a stack of papers made their way into white palms, taking one and then passing the rest down the line. New class schedules? Uh…No...wait.

A faint smile filled the ghouls lips, hidden slightly behind the shadow of newly shaped bangs. White ears twitched while she whispered the list off, the tip of her tail beginning to move and squirm with interest. Unmentionables? But whose? In any case, her list seemed satisfying enough as her left leg came over the right and Natalia reclined in her seat with a content sigh. She wouldn't say anything about it for she rather liked what it was she had been given...if only she knew...

Maybe werelemur hadn't changed all that much, but certainly something within the ghoul felt new.

Pass was such a .. Strong word. Though perhaps it was accurate. She might not have received high marks in her exam, but she was a knob, and that was really what mattered, was it not? Yes.. no. For now. Hadiyya was very determined not to dwell on her score and to simply move on to her new studies with renewed dedication. She didn't know what those classes were though, so it was mild bemusement and curiosity she found herself seated in the office of the secretary, watching him flail about as he tried to perch on the edge of his desk. To her credit the djinn only showed the barest sign of amusement in the form of the soft tug at the corners of her lips.

To her right was the familiar frame of Natalia, but there baring respect there had been none of their usual greetings, and instead the marid had allowed only a fond smile to pass between them before her attention alighted and stayed on the ice demon before them.

As papers were handed out Yaya took one with a quite "thank you" in response then looked over the contents. She flattened it face down upon her lap no more then two seconds later. This was not a new class schedule. "Oh my." A glance to her side showed the werelemur perusing the list at her leisure with a rather familiar set to her dark lips, and Hadiyya had to stifle a laugh behind the curve of one henna dyed finger.

She chanced a second look, and with the shock now gone she could read through it in full, casual smile growing more and more into a scandalous grin the further she got. Oh Headmistress, you naughty thing you.

It was morbid curiosity that had them all reading the list, Calder was sure, but he was forcing his mind to not see the items he was looking at on the frame of the headmistress. It was a struggle to say the least, and it was a good thing he didn't know what half of the items ever were. The romance novels he read didn't exactly mention bras of any sort after all. Still, he was also surprised by many others he did know. He looked over at Christof who was turning a rather odd shade of moss green as he looked at the list. It seemed many others weren't voicing their concern or disgusts, while only one or two people actually piped up just a bit.

Calder leaded over, nudging his friend and pointing at the paper. "Hey Christof. I bet there are stone-cold volcanoes that see more action than the items on this list." He said with a snicker. Of course he didn't whisper so that Barth or anyone else could hear his joke.

Barth and Malodore sauntering in was a nice distraction from the horrific list in his hands, but leave it to Calder to pick at the wound. He felt his stomach clench, threatening to upheave at the mental images, but settled for balling the list up and forcefully throw it at the Kelpie's head.

He just graduated to his second year, if Hellma heard him talking like that... well, expulsion would be the least of his worries.

The hunchback continued to glower, hands rising in quick sign-language, "Because-you-are-stupid." It was a gesture Calder was becoming increasingly familiar with.

His hands paused when he spotted Amrita in her seat, his face flushing anew. That new body... Malodore had done a wonderful job assembling, her stitches all neat and tidy and... oh Hell's Bells.

He slumped lower in his seat.

Amrita was looking...taller. But he passed the stack of papers on without comment, hopefully ending his office responsibilities to paperwork for the afternoon. More students settled in and received copies. There was the occasional commentary on their....course load, but only one caught his attention.

"Which one?" Barth asked in similar curious surprise over Riley's shoulder.

She shops at La Dame Méchante. Riley held her paper out to Barth. I know, because they require delicate hand washing after a bloodsoak, to keep their colors bright. Her skirt was slit on the side, so it wasn't difficult at all to hook her thumb under a string and pull it out. It was just a string, after all. It even had a lovely little bow on it. See? In fact, I think this is the very same thong she has listed. Though I didn't know they made them in her size..

She let the string go, and it snapped back into place. Why are we being given a list of the headmistresses underthings?