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

[vampireboulevard]

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."

Comments

[knight_ofwands]

"What, like food and parties and crap all the time? Or ... ?" She's going to need to be a little more specific, as he's not entirely sure what she's asking.

[theloophole]

She shrugs, because she doesn't know how to say this without it sounding sad or like she had a terrible childhood. Granted, she did have a terrible childhood, but she doesn't like other people to believe it.

"...Fun?"

She didn't fit in with her mother's pack, or the one at school. Partially her own fault, partially theirs, but she didn't realize it could feel like this.

[knight_ofwands]

"Oh, uh ... " Matt takes a moment to consider that, looking out over the pack. Not that he really needs to. This has always felt like family. This has always felt like home.

He recognizes, though, that if she has to ask, this must not be the experience she's had with her own pack, and that stings. He doesn't necessarily think she's sad, but he's sad for her, and as such, he hesitates a little before he finishes, " ... yeah, kinda. I mean, I never really have to worry about whether or not they have my back, you know?"

They've always been a tightknit group.

[theloophole]

She nods, taking everything in because that sounds really nice.

"I was kind of isolated a lot when I was a kid. And when I finally went to school and got to hang out with kids my own age I feel like I kind of missed the window to actually be their friend?"

Which doesn't make logical sense and she knows that, but that's what it felt like.

"Didn't help that I kind of had to lie to them about who I was."