He wasn't always on time, yet he wasn't always tardy either. This constant balance of negligence and responsibility baffled Valessa as to his true intentions. Taylor was only six years older than she was, but he was a veritable fountain of knowledge. The way he was able to so skillfully impart wisdom was the cause of much jealousy. Not just to her, but to the other students as well – their faces showing that one day too, they hoped to be as wise as he.
Genius however, always came at a fault. In this case, it was in the fact that they sat in wait for the next twenty-three minutes before their teacher decided to show. Standing at the head of the class with his arm cradling six or seven books, he smiled as if nothing was wrong. Not today, nor ever.
“Well, not too late now, am I?” he laughed. “I mean, I've been much later than this in the past, and still your gracious hostess has yet to scold me.”
He seemed to place an emphasis on the feminine term, while fixing his eyes on Valessa, who was still at the back of the room. She let out an exaggerated and humorous sigh, as if the words had deeply hurt her, before giggling it away afterwards.
The children fidgeted awkwardly at this clearly flirtatious exchange, still finishing the remainders of the meal that was handed out while the long wait for Taylor took place. But during this silence, his demeanor remained unchanged, that piercing gaze still fixed on her. There was something about his eyes, she thought. The way the jade of his irises sparkled in the low lighting the classroom had provided. It revealed a childish sincerity in his soul, through which she simply couldn't take him seriously. Not that he was being serious in any conceivable way; as Valessa scolded him on a near daily basis – it was just in his nature to be playful. Every time she tried to lecture him, he quickly threw it aside with the words: I'll take it into consideration. He never did of course, but this was part of his undeniable charm. In their current societal circumstances, he was able to remain jovial and childish – a quality that was both admirable and amiable.
As soon as he finished eyeing the classroom for his makeshift way of role call, he placed the books he was holding down on the largest desk. It was his own, and it was easily the size of four of the student's desks, as if this were to impose his authority. Well, what little authority he had, in fact.
“I just wanted to take a moment to let you all know that we have some new additions to the class today. To make them feel welcome, please refrain from staring or treating them badly. Calling them new blood is disrespectful and I expect none of you to say it.”
After this, the amount of students that turned their head in search of the new pupils were incredibly few, and limited to the ones that Taylor would call delinquents, just as he had suspected. Only after a few minutes, and upon letting the students quiet down completely, did he choose to begin his lesson.
“Well, in attempt to being the new students up to speed , today we are going to discuss the consulates and their role within our society, most importantly about their relationship to The Triumvirate and their establishment about thirty years ago. I know we cover this a lot, so I apologize profusely. But I must emphasize it's importance...”