The main foyer of Buttercombe Academy -slash- Castle was decidedly posh. A high ceiling, large hearth type of entrance hall with luxurious woods and yellow plush furniture sat beyond the front desk. The kind of place that suggested warm coziness after coming in from a stormy day. The most decidedly un-gothic trope of Yumi's entrance was the weather, a mild autumn chill instead of the thunderous rain torrent that forced wayward travelers off the road into the monster's castle.
Still for the street bred Katsuragi even the empty foyer carried a pretentious air. Maybe it was the colors, maybe it was the architecture. Maybe it was the few scattered class photos and awards on the wall, with recurring bright smiling preppy bitches arranged in such a way you could almost see them increase in size the longer they attended.
"Yoo-hoo, Miss Katsuragi!"
Or maybe it was a groan at seeing one of the possibly largest Buttercombe had to offer. A blonde woman with a flower in her hair and at least 400 pounds minimum under her muumuu was seated at a loveseat, just waving towards her. She probably couldn't even stand up by herself. First impressions were enough to almost make Yumi cringe away in disgust, though it was more the lifestyles and attitudes of fat people she disliked rather than their actually fatness. But by god was this woman huge.
She was caught and specifically must have been there to meet Yumi, so she couldn't walk away. With a sigh the toned asian dropped her bag on the floor to take a vacant couch.
"Welcome to Buttercombe Academy," the two fifths of a ton ray of sunshine greeted. "My name is Mia Underwood and I am the school counselor. The headmistress wanted me to talk with you on a few things now that your transfer paperwork is finished."
"Hmm," Yumi grunted, already seeing where this entire conversation would be headed. She'd dodged conversations from plenty of school administrators during all the school switching. It wouldn't be long before she would get under the counselor's skin and stripped away all those false pleasantries.
"It looks like you've gotten good marks at some of your other education institutions," Mia Underwood said, holding a few papers that where hidden by her bulk earlier. "It shows you've got quite the smarts even with your more irregular schooling."
Ok, Yumi wasn't a converted fangirl or anything but she was mildly impressed at Underwood's cadence. She hadn't immediately gone down the road of Yumi's more violent altercations. But the 'but' could be heard hanging in the silence...
"But," Mia said right on cue, "it seems that at your last school there was an incident with another classmate." The zaftig counselor was still all smiles. "Is there anything you wanted to tell me about that?"
Way to undersell Yumi Katsuragi making that stuck up bully squeal like the pig she was. Yumi shrugged. She'd been in this routine before, the more you talked the more others found their leverage over you. Even if speaking up would hasten her departure from Buttercombe Yumi wasn't quite ready to leave just yet. Might as well get the lay of the land.
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