self_inflictedexhile | tvd / nysm } { the salvatore school for the young and gifted

Nestled just on the outskirts of the tiny town of Mystic Falls, Virginia is the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted. As far as most of the town is concerned, the school is exactly how it's marketed - a boarding school for rich and gifted students - but a few are aware of it's real origins.

A school for young supernatural students, so that they can grow up somewhere where they didn't have to hide.

The headmaster is actually much older than she looks, having not aged a day since she was seventeen, but she's learned to dress herself up to fit the part. Her long hair is swept up into an elegant twist, her pant suit is perfect and polished, and her makeup is appropriately adult. Still, there's not a lot that can hide the youthfulness of her features no matter how hard she tries.

She's standing at the front of the school, watching as the car pulls up in front before flashing the man who arrives a bright smile and wave. Once he emerges from the car, she waves and makes her way closer to shake his hand.

"Mr. Rhodes. Welcome to the Salvatore School."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Caroline notices and waves him in, because she's almost done, and even if she wasn't, someone stepping in would give her a reason to get off the phone with this particular challenge of a parent.

"Yes, I totally understand. I will be sure to talk with Ms. Tig. I'm sure that she was simply reading a little too much into some teenage angst. Okay. You have a lovely day. Okay. Bye bye."

She then takes a deep breath as she faces him. "Parents. Can't run a school with them, can't get through your day without one of them getting upset over nothing."

"You get many mundane parents, calling in?" he asks, all at once curious how that works. He can't imagine many witches or werewolves have normal parents, for all that that sort of thing tends to run in bloodlines, but vampires on the other hand? Trying to helicopter parent a vampire kid probably gets a little -- something, and it didn't even occur to him that that might be a thing until just now.

"Some of them, yeah. Others are a little more hands off. But I don't think it matters whether you're supernatural or not - parents are still going to be parents."

They will still insist that nothing is wrong with their child and the teachers are plotting against them, as per usual. But she'll quickly put that topic aside before offering him a smile.

"So. What do you think?"

"Yeah, alright," Dylan allows, flashing her a wry smile. Point taken.

When the look fades he rakes his tongue over his teeth, and seriously, tells her, "I think I'm in, though." And he thinks the kids sold him on the place more than the adults, though he won't tell her that.

She wouldn't be surprised if he did. There's a reason why she lets the kids do the talking sometimes. They're better at selling the school than she is.

"Good," she says with a small smile. "I'll draw up the paperwork. Do you need to give notice somewhere?"

"Yeah, but ... " He shrugs. He's old enough, at this point, to retire from the FBI, rather than just quit. It won't be any bigger a deal than if he was quitting, though -- or at least not timing-wise. He's pretty sure Fuller will try and throw something together, but he shouldn't be more than two weeks.

"Gonna guess that's okay?"

"Oh, totally." She offers a small smile. "We actually have fall break coming up so by the time the kids come back, we'll have you all oriented and ready to go." Besides, given how things tend to go, life can get complicated. Those two weeks will likely fly by.

"Great," Dylan tells her, allowing her another quick smile in return. When it fades, he glances between her, the chair on this side of her desk and back again, before he asks, "Anything you need from me, now?"

Are they getting started in on that mountain of paperwork now or later?

She nods with a smirk before placing the stack of paperwork down in front of him. "I have to draft the actual offer letters and things like that so that will be in your email by tomorrow morning, but if you want to take that paperwork back to where you're staying, read through and prepare any questions you may have, feel free. Our benefits description is in there, as well as the pay scale."

He takes a step forward, to reach for the paperwork, and after a second or two of skimming at least the first page, he returns his attentions to her with a nod. "I'll go through it, tonight." A beat. "And I'll keep in touch, otherwise."

As far as his retirement and any other questions he might have goes.

"Great."

And she smiles before extending a hand to him.

"Welcome to the Salvatore School."

Dylan will absolutely shake her hand -- and then take his paperwork and see himself out. If nothing else, no matter what else comes, this should be interesting.

tvd / nysm } { the salvatore school for the young and gifted

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject