Post by BijuuGuy on Sept 10, 2024 20:17:45 GMT
Emma Frost's job demanded a lot of her. Keeping track of students, overseeing curriculum, ensuring her staff did their jobs, paying them fair wages for doing said job, making sure the school didn't go over budget, and so on. These few tasks were one of many which kept the school afloat, all because of their notorious Headmistress. Apologies, Deputy Headmistress. It was still Charles' academy, for better or for worse. Alas, the eponymous man himself was typically too occupied with other matters. Their agreement benefitted Emma just fine and she had never been one to shy away from running an establishment. It was one of the many things she excelled at.
What she additionally was very good at, was disciplining her students when the need presented itself. Which it did often. Keeping a meticulous record of each and every unruly mutant who had sat in front of her desk, Emma was keenly aware of the plethora of issues these younglings came to her with. Willingly or not.
And then there were those who simply didn't know better. They didn't act out of any desire for endless attention or "because it's funny." No, they simply yearned to be understood. To be included. To find a home. It was what seemed to be the case with her freshest disciplinary subject: Jason Villasmil. One who some thought belonged with the Morlocks. A notion both Emma and the rest of the faculty immediately dispelled. Unity was a word not to be forgotten, no matter how many times the next generation needed to be reminded of it.
However, his exceptional hearing had become an issue. Emma hadn't interacted with him much, admittedly. But she had seen his enthusiasm for being at the school. He was one who perhaps needed a gentler touch. As much as Emma Frost was capable of providing that, anyway. Which meant that she was going to be considerate of him, while making it crystal clear that there are certain limits that need to be enforced.
"Mr. Villasmil. Do you know why I've asked you here today?"
Admittedly not the tone she initially had in mind, but it did its job. As much as she cared for her students, they were not her friends.
What she additionally was very good at, was disciplining her students when the need presented itself. Which it did often. Keeping a meticulous record of each and every unruly mutant who had sat in front of her desk, Emma was keenly aware of the plethora of issues these younglings came to her with. Willingly or not.
And then there were those who simply didn't know better. They didn't act out of any desire for endless attention or "because it's funny." No, they simply yearned to be understood. To be included. To find a home. It was what seemed to be the case with her freshest disciplinary subject: Jason Villasmil. One who some thought belonged with the Morlocks. A notion both Emma and the rest of the faculty immediately dispelled. Unity was a word not to be forgotten, no matter how many times the next generation needed to be reminded of it.
However, his exceptional hearing had become an issue. Emma hadn't interacted with him much, admittedly. But she had seen his enthusiasm for being at the school. He was one who perhaps needed a gentler touch. As much as Emma Frost was capable of providing that, anyway. Which meant that she was going to be considerate of him, while making it crystal clear that there are certain limits that need to be enforced.
"Mr. Villasmil. Do you know why I've asked you here today?"
Admittedly not the tone she initially had in mind, but it did its job. As much as she cared for her students, they were not her friends.