Meanwhile, Professor Gary Oak was in his office... actually preparing to leave. He was vaguely aware of talking outside, though it was far too muffled to make out the words. The trip had gone reasonably well. Nobody had tried anything other than the average childish quarreling. That one incident on the stage stuck out in his mind though. That girl, whose name was honestly lost on him at the moment. Valorie? Mallory? Something like that. Pryce had been talking about her earlier. Four students had been suspended because they had been caught bullying her earlier. Suicunes no less! He could understand pride, but they had been flat out sadistic from Pryce's description of what he saw. The students obviously had problems of their own, and it hadn't just been pride. He had been thinking about what he could do about the problem. Sure, punishing the students was a start, but ultimately it seemed likely there would be a repeat incident. Perhaps he should call the girl in for a talk, maybe her friend too. /Something/ had to be done, lest things escalate.
Suddenly he heard someone barge in, interrupting his thoughts. He casually turned to face Asha. He seemed mildly unimpressed by the entry, though it was masked under a layer of less subtle indifference.
His tone on the other hand contained no trace of annoyance. Rather, it was professional.
"Is everything alright?"
For a moment, he wasn't sure if this was urgent judging by her entry.
c: Cool. It was a short part of a post anyway. I should probably start this.
Ash shook her head, dripping water onto the secretary's desk. The woman glared at her, not removing her manicured nails from the keyboard. Ash smiled back, looking innocently confused. The secretary clenched her teeth a moment then smiled falsely. "I'm sorry Miss..."
"Harris," the young woman replied casually, spinning a Pokeball in one hand and brushing her hair back with the other, smiling all the while. "Ashara Harris. But please call me Ash. I have the feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other. I can't possibly imagine why."
"Miss Harris," the elder ground out, pointedly ignoring the rest of the woman's sentence. "But the Headmaster has just gotten back from a field trip and is likely going to retire for the night at any moment. It is unlikely he will have the energy to deal with-"
"That is his problem and not mine," Ash interrupted smoothly with a smile. "He could have told me the school schedule ahead of time. Any issues that I give him tonight are his problem. Or maybe they are yours," she added with a wink. "For not emailing me the message." She stepped back with a casual little grin. "Anyway, now that we've cleared up your little temper tantrum, I'm off for the obligatory meeting with the bossman. Nice talkin to ya." She turned away from the desk, marching cheerfully toward where she guessed the door was. "Oh and by the way: I understand that you want to be as feminine as possible dude but seriously, the manicure? Give-a-way." She barged in without a hint of a knock. "Heya there Headmaster."