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Who: Kris Pruitt and Mother Criss
When: Summer time
Where: Mother Criss' office
What: Kris gets sorted
Rating: SFW
Another school, well... the last one really, what a nightmare. She leaned back in her chair, staring up at the ceiling and sighed deeply. She knew she had done it to herself and there was no changing it now, still she sat there, dreading what the next school year would bring her. Kris had been sufficiently warned by both her parents that this was the last straw and even her younger brother who had always taken her side tried to talk her down. The door creaked open and Nathanial stepped out of the office.
"How'd it go little bro?" she asked leaning forward.
"Got sorted into Champlain," he said taking the seat next to her.
"Isn't that the house for smart asses?" she grinned teasingly.
He smirked and nodded. "Yeah. You're next though," he clapped her shoulder, holding it briefly. "Good luck."
"Thanks," she forced herself to get up and slumped into the office. She barely took her eyes off the ground as she plunked herself into the chair that was still warm from where her brother had been sitting just seconds before.
Mother Criss eyed the girl who sat so disdainfully in her chair. She waved her hand across the table to clear the air of Nathanial Pruitt's lingering energy. She'd lit incense before the students came, sage and mallowsweet to hone her inner eye for the task at hand.
Today had already gone on longer than she'd hoped. Most of the new students were sorted, she had a few stray transfers yet to place. Those were always the hardest since they'd already been sorted into an equivalent house in another school. The question was whether or not to put them where they'd always been or to give them a new shot at something different.
This girl, Kristin Pruitt appeared cloudy to Mother Criss. She'd been bounced from school to school for disciplinary problems. This was her last chance and they both knew it.
"Tell me about yourself," Mother Criss said enjoying for a moment the usual squirm that concept elicited.
Kris shrugged her shoulder. "I dunno know," she said, her left eye twitching just a bit. She felt unnerved, like Mother Criss was looking right through her. "What kinda shi... stuff do you wanna know?" She had a lengthy list of offences from her previous schools that she could prattle off, she had minimal extracurricular activities, and she wasn't prone to talking about herself. It was an entirely foreign concept.
The ancient looking woman sitting across from her didn't want to know her offences and mistakes. She could see them clear as day sitting on the surface of everything this girl thought and did. "Who are you?" she asked, right to the core of the issue. "Without all the nonsense around you. Without all of the pretense and problems. Who is Kristin Pruitt? What can she do here that will be different from everything that's come before?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked up into the face of the old woman across from her and knew she couldn't get away with anything less than the truth. "My name is Kris. I'm difficult, I know that and I'm not easy to love. I'm angry and I'm stubborn, and I can't even blame my environment because you just met my brother and he's... well he's not perfectly fine but he's a good kid," she had to tear her eyes away from Mother Criss's and stare at the floor.
"I'm aggressive, I talk back, and I have a shit attention span. On the plus side I have a good sense of humor," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice despite the smirk. "But... I don't think I'm bad at the core. To tell you the truth, I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know what I want but I know what I don't want," she bit her lip. "I don't want to fuck up anymore."
Mother Criss sat quietly as the girl spoke, pushing slightly against the barriers this girl had erected, mostly to protect herself. Once Kris was done speaking Mother Criss mused for a long moment on the possibilities. She didn't have very kind words to offer, because it wasn't in her nature to be sweet.
"Whether or not you're bad at the core is entirely up to you to decide. The power to stop making mistakes is in your hands as well. All I can advise is that anger hasn't served you well. You might try another tact at this academy."
She had enough to make a determination; Kris would make a fine and powerful Clemons. The problem with that decision was that it would also push her toward her darker urges and back towards anger. Clemons house was filled with darker powers, talents that tended to move toward destruction and trouble. Mother Criss couldn't in good conscious put this girl in a house that would lead her down a path she was fighting to stay off.
Her other options were Putnam, maybe Hulett. Hulett students had the same sort of energy Clemons students embodied, but they pushed that energy toward more positive attributes. Putnam students didn't have the same sort of energy, but they were accepting and open minded individuals. Putnam House had already worked a world of good for one of the more difficult students Mother Criss had ever placed.
She offered Kris the tiniest twitch of her lips, about the closest thing Mother Criss ever came to a smile. "I will give you a choice. There are two houses that I think will provide you with an opportunity to leave your former mistakes behind. There is Hulett House and there is Putnam. I can tell you that Hulett students are brave and find their way into trouble often enough, but usually for the right reasons. Putnam is filled with hardworking students who are accepting and beyond patient. I'll let you decide which colors you'd rather wear."
The way she had explained the houses reminded her of the houses at her former schools, she had always loathed the "brave" houses. In her opinion those houses were stuffed and jam packed with spirited douche bags. It took everything in her power not to roll her eyes at the suggestion. She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting herself think for just a minute. Patience. She could use a little patience in her life and she damn well knew it. "Putnam," she said opening her eyes. "What color tie do I need?" she asked with a quirk of a smile.
An interesting choice, but one which Mother Criss would honor. "Yellow and black. Or simply yellow. The school will send you more information on the uniform you need before school starts." Mother Criss knit her fingers together, palms pressing. "That is all," she said, a simple dismissal.
"Uh, cool," she pushed herself up from the seat and looked around the room one last time. "Thanks Mother Criss," she said quietly before joining her brother in the hallway.
When: Summer time
Where: Mother Criss' office
What: Kris gets sorted
Rating: SFW
Another school, well... the last one really, what a nightmare. She leaned back in her chair, staring up at the ceiling and sighed deeply. She knew she had done it to herself and there was no changing it now, still she sat there, dreading what the next school year would bring her. Kris had been sufficiently warned by both her parents that this was the last straw and even her younger brother who had always taken her side tried to talk her down. The door creaked open and Nathanial stepped out of the office.
"How'd it go little bro?" she asked leaning forward.
"Got sorted into Champlain," he said taking the seat next to her.
"Isn't that the house for smart asses?" she grinned teasingly.
He smirked and nodded. "Yeah. You're next though," he clapped her shoulder, holding it briefly. "Good luck."
"Thanks," she forced herself to get up and slumped into the office. She barely took her eyes off the ground as she plunked herself into the chair that was still warm from where her brother had been sitting just seconds before.
Mother Criss eyed the girl who sat so disdainfully in her chair. She waved her hand across the table to clear the air of Nathanial Pruitt's lingering energy. She'd lit incense before the students came, sage and mallowsweet to hone her inner eye for the task at hand.
Today had already gone on longer than she'd hoped. Most of the new students were sorted, she had a few stray transfers yet to place. Those were always the hardest since they'd already been sorted into an equivalent house in another school. The question was whether or not to put them where they'd always been or to give them a new shot at something different.
This girl, Kristin Pruitt appeared cloudy to Mother Criss. She'd been bounced from school to school for disciplinary problems. This was her last chance and they both knew it.
"Tell me about yourself," Mother Criss said enjoying for a moment the usual squirm that concept elicited.
Kris shrugged her shoulder. "I dunno know," she said, her left eye twitching just a bit. She felt unnerved, like Mother Criss was looking right through her. "What kinda shi... stuff do you wanna know?" She had a lengthy list of offences from her previous schools that she could prattle off, she had minimal extracurricular activities, and she wasn't prone to talking about herself. It was an entirely foreign concept.
The ancient looking woman sitting across from her didn't want to know her offences and mistakes. She could see them clear as day sitting on the surface of everything this girl thought and did. "Who are you?" she asked, right to the core of the issue. "Without all the nonsense around you. Without all of the pretense and problems. Who is Kristin Pruitt? What can she do here that will be different from everything that's come before?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked up into the face of the old woman across from her and knew she couldn't get away with anything less than the truth. "My name is Kris. I'm difficult, I know that and I'm not easy to love. I'm angry and I'm stubborn, and I can't even blame my environment because you just met my brother and he's... well he's not perfectly fine but he's a good kid," she had to tear her eyes away from Mother Criss's and stare at the floor.
"I'm aggressive, I talk back, and I have a shit attention span. On the plus side I have a good sense of humor," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice despite the smirk. "But... I don't think I'm bad at the core. To tell you the truth, I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know what I want but I know what I don't want," she bit her lip. "I don't want to fuck up anymore."
Mother Criss sat quietly as the girl spoke, pushing slightly against the barriers this girl had erected, mostly to protect herself. Once Kris was done speaking Mother Criss mused for a long moment on the possibilities. She didn't have very kind words to offer, because it wasn't in her nature to be sweet.
"Whether or not you're bad at the core is entirely up to you to decide. The power to stop making mistakes is in your hands as well. All I can advise is that anger hasn't served you well. You might try another tact at this academy."
She had enough to make a determination; Kris would make a fine and powerful Clemons. The problem with that decision was that it would also push her toward her darker urges and back towards anger. Clemons house was filled with darker powers, talents that tended to move toward destruction and trouble. Mother Criss couldn't in good conscious put this girl in a house that would lead her down a path she was fighting to stay off.
Her other options were Putnam, maybe Hulett. Hulett students had the same sort of energy Clemons students embodied, but they pushed that energy toward more positive attributes. Putnam students didn't have the same sort of energy, but they were accepting and open minded individuals. Putnam House had already worked a world of good for one of the more difficult students Mother Criss had ever placed.
She offered Kris the tiniest twitch of her lips, about the closest thing Mother Criss ever came to a smile. "I will give you a choice. There are two houses that I think will provide you with an opportunity to leave your former mistakes behind. There is Hulett House and there is Putnam. I can tell you that Hulett students are brave and find their way into trouble often enough, but usually for the right reasons. Putnam is filled with hardworking students who are accepting and beyond patient. I'll let you decide which colors you'd rather wear."
The way she had explained the houses reminded her of the houses at her former schools, she had always loathed the "brave" houses. In her opinion those houses were stuffed and jam packed with spirited douche bags. It took everything in her power not to roll her eyes at the suggestion. She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting herself think for just a minute. Patience. She could use a little patience in her life and she damn well knew it. "Putnam," she said opening her eyes. "What color tie do I need?" she asked with a quirk of a smile.
An interesting choice, but one which Mother Criss would honor. "Yellow and black. Or simply yellow. The school will send you more information on the uniform you need before school starts." Mother Criss knit her fingers together, palms pressing. "That is all," she said, a simple dismissal.
"Uh, cool," she pushed herself up from the seat and looked around the room one last time. "Thanks Mother Criss," she said quietly before joining her brother in the hallway.
