L E G A T U M
The soft, distinctive chirping alert on the comm device had begun to drive the woman insane. She knew these types of things could be addictive or promote meetings with less-than-favorable outcomes. The thought might be more so in the pair that linked up for those "less" than "favorable" outcomes. For the most part, Quinn had found herself navigating through many bots and the dreaded hook-up culture that had befallen their generation.
Grabbing the device, she swiped quickly to access the annoying chirping app. "What do you want?" She mumbled quietly, scanning the recent like or two she had just received. "Oh, you're cute." She smiled and swiped in the correct direction to show that she approved of the individual's initial liking. Another few faces popped up on her screen; one made her turn her phone to try and understand what they were trying to portray in their image. "Interesting," she swiped again. As annoyed as she got from the chirping noises, she rarely swiped in the negative direction. "Wider the pool, the better my chances," she cheerfully quipped as she let herself swipe a few more times.
One face popped up, and she groaned, "Ugh, why would this terrible thing think we were a match," She swiped but internally screamed when she realized she had swiped the right way but the wrong way. "I can never show my face again." She quickly turned off the screen and set the phone face down. Quinn sat in her chair, hunched over, legs crossed with the bridge of her nose pinched between her thumb and forefinger letting the existential crisis take hold. She felt like a teenager again, and not in the good way most would enjoy saying that phrase. Her life was crumbling around her, and she had just made a massive mistake. "Hopefully, it gets lost in the void," she spoke to the slinking black feline familiar that had appeared in her lap. "There's no trying to convince you to use your little void powers?" The cat purred and curled the tip of its black tail under her nose. "Fine. I'll live with my poor choices."
Silence had fallen, and the small cat decided to sleep at her feet; the hustle and bustle of the small cafe on Jutrand was the perfect setting for grading papers. Quinn removed her larger device and swiped through reading the students' papers. As usual, the First and Second Cohorts passed with flying colors; others made the young professor raise an eyebrow.
Quinn found herself staring at
Aerik Lechner
's recent assignment. She wanted to give him a positive grade, not because his father was her boss, but because he was a good student. Yet, he continued to sabotage himself. "You know, I get the boy's father has that wolf thing going on, but child, you don't need to draw bite marks into your homework and color it, so I can't read half your assignment," she spoke to no one in particular and graded the paper. She smirked, seeing that the boy had a sense of humor like his father. Quinn took a screenshot and sent it to his father,
Gerwald Lechner
with a note: While I enjoy staying on theme, please let Aerik know that he needs to do the whole paper and not let his 'dog' participate.At times, she hated how the Jutrand Academy promoted the elitism that the Bastion Academy had been known for. Still, she knew it was for the best. The students produced by Jutrand were the new leaders, the ones meant to follow in the current generation's footsteps. Still, she wanted them to hold on to their childhood.
The device chirped again, pulling her attention. It was a message, and she quickly responded and allowed her location to be found. The person on the other end had caught her at a good time—loneliness had settled in, and the feline familiar could only curb it so much.
