"Hello," Rebecca announced herself after knocking, needing to stoop under the doorframe.
"*mmph* ah, Ms. Voll-Spillum." The teacher inside pushed up her glasses. "Do come in, have a doughnut."
Rebecca eyed the box of colorfully decorated fried pastries. "Thank you but no thank you, I had a filling breakfast today."
"I insist," said Ms. Faust, who hadn't gotten up from her chair. The back and forth of 'thank you no thank you please do' went on for a few moments before Rebecca begrudgingly sat down with a chocolate cake donut with black and white icing.
“So how has Buttercombe been treating you thus far, Rebecca?” the other music teacher asked, leaning back in her chair.
“Very lovely, so far, Ms. Faust.”
“You can call me by my first name, Viola.”
“Oh! I was first chair Viola in the--”
“Yes yes,” Viola Faust waved dismissively, “I’m well aware of your credentials.”
Rebecca took a moment to take in her colleague. Truthfully, in the first few weeks of the semester they hadn’t really gotten to know one another. Viola Faust had been a nice, enthusiastic and passionate teacher when Rebecca first met her amongst other members of the faculty. She was a fellow musician after all, dealt more with woodwind and brass instruments to Rebecca’s strings and vocal. Although Rebecca had picked up accompaniment on bassoon, horn and flute (amongst others) after an hour of study with each, given her proficiency in music.
Rebecca had remembered Ms Faust as a much slimmer woman with her tight professional hair and polished glasses. Currently Viola was hocking down doughnuts in between the small talk. There were crumbs down her front, a front looking a tad too much for the other teacher’s blouses and sweaters. (Rebecca of course being oblivious to her own gut but that swell was mostly liquid that came and went depending on how much she had to drink).
However, Rebecca had heard some of the students that she shared with Ms. Faust’s Jazz Ensemble refer to her as a ‘skinny bitch,’ various anecdotes of Ms. Faust being quite Faustian and an overbearing two-faced taskmaster.
She didn’t know whether Viola’s facade was the pleasantries or the passive-aggressives but chose to give her the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes teenagers could be very judgemental and take offense at the smallest slight. Ms. Faust did look like she had been doing a lot of stress eating recently, as she got Rebecca up to speed with her mouth half full of her doughnuts. Perhaps she wouldn’t be a skinny bitch for long.
“About why I asked to meet with you, *munch*” Ms. Faust began, placing her elbows on her cramped office desk. “I should have said this sooner, but…”
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