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Suddenly there was a loud and hurried rustling of cloth and lace as a lady, dressed up like she had just stepped out of the pages of an Old Earth history text book, came busting down the hallway towards the locked door of the Ethics classroom. Fumbling through her purse for a moment to find the silver key which would unlock the door she cast a severe eye over those who were gathered outside of it, seeming to take in every detail with a single glance.
When she saw Andrew she raised an eyebrow, a strange sort of recognition in her eyes. "You seem...like you've met me before," she said quietly and vacantly, so that only the student she was addressing could hear her, before returning her attention to the lock.
"I apologise for being late, but I hope you all made good use of your time. Come in and be seated," she said coldly, now addressing everyone, as she opened the door and strode over to the teacher's desk.
"Now,' she said with a smile devoid of mirth, 'good morning class."
Yorick glared at everyone who didn't answer immediately. She also spotted someone being terribly slow at picking a seat and another person who seemed set on not making a good impression as he gabbed with another equally foolish student. "You!" she exclaimed, pointing at the first student, "You shouldn't keep a lady waiting!" Having sufficiently flustered the student she moved on to the next. "You! That corner, NOW!" she ordered, indicating the corner of the room furthest from the door.
Seemingly using an old, almost archaic system of etiquette, which included addressing everyone as either "Master" or "Mistress" (as well as insisting that she herself be called "Lady Yorick"), Yorick began on what would probably be a long and terrifying first class of Ethics. Anyone who had thought this would be an easy class was in for a rather unsettling surprise. |