Eliza Vapore- Teacher
As she had grown used to during her first few months at the Academy, the gentle shrill of an alarm "woke" Eliza out of her slumber. She didn't need sleep really, but the slowing of and shut down of though processes allowed the nights to pass quicker. There was only so much to do each day, after all. Sluggishly, she slipped under the door and outside.
The sky dawned that morning to the fall of crisp, white powder. A dusting of snow, for a white Christmas in the days ahead. As she walked to the cafeteria, Eliza couldn't help but note the faint blemishes that the snowdrifts failed to cover- a scorch mark here, scratches and bullet holes over in the wall there. The school had lost a bit of its newness, that excitement that slowly faded after one had first played with and eventually damaged their new toys. Her mantle of shadow shuddered slightly as she thought back two months to that night.. it was too painful to think about. It was hard to imagine that it had already been so long since she had arrived here.
And yet, in a way, nothing had changed. The Academy remained itself- the school spirit and students as lively as ever. The warmth of the cafeteria was highlighted by the gaily decorations strung up on its walls, and most importantly, the friendly chatter of students. Eliza got herself a cup of hot chocolate with added marshmallows; life was too bitter to be wasted on coffee. With the mug nestled between her fingers, she walked over to greet her colleagues.
" 'Morning, Alucard."
