Caught... again...

[almawade]

It was rather strange. Since her hire date in 1973, she had seen more of this office than most of her students... of course, Agatha never believed in sending her students to the principal, she usually dealt with them the old fashioned way.... the yard stick.

Of course, here she was, the scent of alcohol and tobacco upon her, having been busted for smoking in the girls restroom once more. It was a shame, really. She forgot to lock to stall door and when that student opened it, smelling it immediately, there she was, puffing away, a bottle of Jack Danials in her hand at the same time during her break period.

And so, there she was, sitting in the office with her arms crossed, her pack of Camal's tucked neatly under her bra as she waited for the headmistress, looking over the awards and accommodation that were labeled along the desk. One of them was Principal of the year... which... her nosy fingers had come across, "Probably fake..." she muttered to herself as she touched the frame, before a tremor ran through her wrist and her hand sling-shotted across the desk and knocked the whole thing off, sending it sailing across the air and into the wall with an ear-splitting "CRACK" proceeded by the shattering of glass and plastic.

Her mouth was nothing but a big "O" as she sat there, looking at the glass as it sparked on the floor, before turning in the chair and looking over her shoulder, making sure that no one was in before reaching around the desk and picking up the trash can, squatting down on the floor and picking up the mess, tossing the accommodation in the can as well. "yeah... she forged d'at sheeeit" she grinned as she picked up the last of the glass and returned the can to where it was... only... it wasn't exactly in the right spot, but more or less, the opposite side, before sitting back in her seat, reaching into her breast pocket and pulling out her cigarettes once more, as well as a zippo lighter, flipping the top with magical movements with her thumb and light up, exhaling a cloud of smoke over her head as she looked down at the desk and saw a cup of hot coffee, that was, before she flicked her ashes into it.

"Come on, already, bored out of my mind here." she said as she took yet another drag, spotting a nice pen on the desk, a shiny metal one, "Ha! Finder's keepers! -Biiiiotch!" she said, it found it's new home nestled deep in her pocket as she cross her legs, and in the manner of a lady, her cigerette in one hand, her make up in the other, applied her make up to pretty herself for her new meeting with the head mistress. Surely! -After 38 years of hard work, write-ups, and of course, teaching, she was going to get a salary raise, right? That must be what this was about! It had to be!

[The Headmistress]

The doors flew open in a furious rage banging against the wall as Lillian Palmer flew into her office eyes blazing mad. Heat from her fury radiated off her person as she approached the old coot of a woman who thought of herself as a teacher. HA! “Agatha Johnson!” Lillian hissed with flashing eyes. Seeing the older woman sitting on her desk with legs cross like the lady she was not only caused her fuming to strengthen. “I cannot for the life of me count the number of times you have been into this office for petty things such as smoking in the girl’s restroom!” The Headmistress came to a sudden halt in front of Agatha, her black dress swooshing forward with momentum before settling into its rightful place.

“For heaven’s sake, you have been in here more than any other student I have had the pleasure of teaching here at Silas! That is no way for a professor like you to conduct yourself!” The woman took in a sharp breath biting back the many other words she wished to say but couldn’t. Unlike the old bat before her, Lillian had manners and would exercise more proper ways to handle life. Her eyes shut closed momentarily as she collected herself enough to deal with the problem in a calmer manner. The earlier breath was let out in heavy sigh.

Lillian’s lips pressed together in a fine line as her grey eyes surveyed the smoking Agatha, “I would please request that you put out your cigarette while in my office, or while in Silas Academy at all. I have told you multiple times that we have designated smoking areas that are out of the way of the students and staff. I will not have professors endangering the lives of my students with second hand smoke!” Her voice rose into an angry fury again. After realizing it, she pressed her lips together again trying to keep herself as calm as possible. Agatha did not make that easy for her.

Constantly, the woman had to ask herself why she kept Professor Johnson on staff. It made no sense in all honesty. If anything, Lillian pitied her… sort of… and was simply waiting for the woman to die off… er retire. Mentally, the Headmistress snorted. Whichever comes first. Personally, I’m betting on the former. Moving around to the back of her desk, Lillian reached for her coffee cup which was thankfully still hot. She needed some time of joy in her life at this minute. The moment the liquid entered her mouth, Lillian knew it was not right. Surprised and grossed out, the woman spit her coffee out in a fan of brown liquid toward Agatha. “What did you do to my coffee?!” Lillian screamed staring down into her cup finding grey pieces of ash floating around.

“YOU!” She roared angrily flinging the cup down onto her desk causing the stuff to slip onto important files and papers. “I have had it up to HERE with you!” The Headmistress snarled shoving her hand far past the top of her head. “You insolent, disrespectful bat! You are well past your prime. I think it is high time you began to consider retirement, Agatha Johnson, and fast. I will not tolerate your atrocious behavior any further! It was a grave mistake keeping you on my staff. If it were not for my deep respect for the previous Headmaster your arse would not have been in my school for a full month before I decided to sack you!”